Creation Speaks

I have a recent vivid memory. It’s not going to impress you, but I can’t get it out of my mind. I went to the woods, got out of my truck, walked a few steps, and looked up and around. I didn’t look for anything in particular. I just looked around. I looked at the...

Maybe You Should Wait

It was a cold October day. The fog wouldn’t lift until late morning. It was the opening day of Kentucky’s muzzleloader season, and I was high atop a mountain looking for a buck making his way back to his bedding area. The day was perfect for deer movement, and it...

The Boat Trip

    As a young adult, I remember fishing the riverbank at Mr. MacDonald’s farm. (Yes, Old McDonald had a farm. Lol) He was an older man whose property ran along the river. I don’t remember how we first discovered this place, but it seemed to not...

The Path Best Traveled

    I made my way to the tree stand on opening day of Tennessee’s deer season. The weather was perfect, including a chance of light rain. I had prepared for this hunt by being meticulous about being scent-free as much as possible. I should have...

No Waste

No Waste       I’ve always prided myself on trying anything once. That doesn’t mean I throw all caution to the wind and do things like swim with alligators, but generally I’m game for giving something a first shot. This especially goes for...

Far Enough Away

       Most of us hunters like to consider ourselves of the diehard variety. We’re not afraid to get up early, stay out late, and do whatever it takes to get our deer. Well, that is unless it’s walk more than about a quarter of a mile from our...