Yes, this is poaching story; yet, it is so much more. This is a story of passing on family traditions. It is a tale that shows how our children really do follow by example. It is an opportunity for all of us to stop and reflect, and think about what message we are sending. For, there is no honor greater than passing on our traditions
No, this isn’t going to be one of those super exciting, action packed hunting stories. But, it is the story of one tom, one very obsessed lady (me), and the power of perseverance. I also hope to clear up a major misconception while still trying to provide some entertainment. First, let’s set the background. I live on a 10 acre property, with over half of
Turkey season is almost here again, and I will be the first to admit that I probably got lucky last year. Yes, I got my very first turkey last year. I got a jake the second week of turkey season, followed by a tom the next week. I went out with my diaphragm call and a pot call. Sure, I had practiced with both prior
So, my 2017-18 deer season didn’t end exactly how I had hoped it would. No buck for me again this year. And, you know what? I’m really okay with it! Those are words that I never thought I would be saying. I used to be upset when my season ended poorly. I mean, any good deer hunter should take a great buck every year, right?
So, if you’ve been keeping up, you already know I have decided that 2018 is going to be the year that I finally pursue my original mission for Doe & Arrow Hunting. And, one part of that mission is to help women get past their hatred and fear of the color pink. In order to do that, I’ve started my “Fear the Pink” campaign. Seems