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
All of a sudden I seem to be getting a little notice from others in the hunting world. I’m not sure what happened, but my circle of friends is continually growing. And while I love making new friends who enjoy hunting and fishing as much as I do, it can be truly exhausting weeding through all of the requests. It should be as simple as
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?