Along The Trail

A couple weeks ago, as I strolled through the exhibit hall at the 4-H Fair, I was pleasantly surprised at all the entries in the 'Shooting Sports and Archery' programs.

The old buck bolted at the blast of the shotgun and in a last act of revenge, he expired in the nastiest thicket on the farm. Down in a deep, dark holler, full of tangles and briars, over a steep embankment.

I wade through the waist high soybeans, sweat running in my eyes, as I make my way to the edge of the trees. I step in and sneak along the deer trail, quietly as I can, but the dry leave litter under foot gives me away to every creature in the woods.

The old buck bolted at the blast of the shotgun and in a last act of revenge, he expired in the nastiest thicket on the farm. Down in a deep, dark holler, full of tangles and briars, over a steep embankment. I'd have my work cut out for me getting the old boy out of that hole...I've dragged plenty of deer over the years, but never from a spot like this.

Hot doesn't even begin to describe it.

It was an unassuming three bedroom vinyl-sided ranch. 'Cookie cutter' - like most homes at my price point. Nothing particularly good, nothing bad.

The upside is that it wa

For some unknown reason, Pat has allowed me to share my thoughts and ramblings on hunting, fishing and the outdoors with the readership of our local paper.

Change - like time - is a fact of life.

he evening was cool and crisp, a picture perfect autumn evening and no better place to spend it than in the tree stand.

It could've been any number of weekday summer mornings years ago.