I get up to slip my boots on well before daybreak. The sky is perfectly clear. The waning moon and stars has this open meadow lit up like a lantern. The winds are light and steady. They have been like the force of a hurricane for days now. That’s a little exaggerated but you get…

I was woken by sound of stiff winds against my tent. It was not the sound I wanted to hear. I was hoping for a quiet day, alone in the woods.  If you know me well enough, you know I will talk to anyone willing to sit still long enough to listen. I can be…

I could’ve heard a bugle for 10 miles. It was frosty and cold. It was a quiet beautiful morning. At 7:20 I finally hear a bull chuckle deep in the bottom of the drainage.  The day before was cloudy and windy. It progressively got worse as the day went. Over 20 mph winds. It was a cool…

Patience can sometimes be misconstrued in certain situations. It can be compared to one being laid back or carefree. Maybe even with laziness or indecision. There’s a drastic difference, though. Nonetheless, we all lack having it to some degree. Instant gratification does not exist here. So, throw that out the window. Although, I love every…

We all know how those play. It’s all about getting close to make it count. In bowhunting, close is the name of the game but just getting close doesn’t count. I’m not saying it’s not fun, it just doesn’t provide those ‘grip and grin’ pictures or meat on the table. It was a close call…

As I sit on top of this mountain, I am reminded of the beauty such places hold. It is nearing midnight back home and I perch on a cooler that is sitting just behind my truck tailgate. We spent a better part of 4 hours trying to find a place to set tent and call…

I feel as though I am caught somewhere in between wanting to make a million dollars and simply sitting in the woods all day if only to hear the birds sing. But, there is a clock ticking that we can’t see.  At times, I strongly feel the tug of simplicity. Now is not the time…

That’s what catches my attention. Tent camping and a campfire. Looking for a lost arrowhead made from stone by a man of means. The easiness of sitting on the porch swing with my little girl. Experiencing the excitement from the daybreak gobble of an old Tom with my boy. The simplicity of an old country…

Today, as many days before, I walk this road. I have traveled many today but the one I am referencing here, is a special place to me. I have traveled this road nearly my entire life. It is now an old washed out logging road. This creek bottom is ever changing, as are all things…