I enjoy all of it.Be it bow, gun ML......whatever.My father and I became best friends while we hunted together. I learned lessons that I will never forget. As I get older it seems to be a bigger part of my life. The "season" runs together as I prepare and plan throughout the year. I trim trees, plant food, fill feeders, hang stands, cut roads and day dream.....a lot. I can't wait until the leaves start changing and the evening start gettign cooler.

When season arrives, I still get butterflies like I did when I was a kid.
The night before opening day is a sleepless one.
The drive to the deer woods is special because I am on my way.
The walk to the stand for the first time with all my senses alive.
The sit until daylight as I get to witness the woods come alive and the sun riseand all of God's glory
The sound of a deer crunching leaves coming toward me.
The opportunity.
Giving thanks.


After the day is over I love sharing stories, helping track and drag, cooking a nice dinner at the camp and doing it all over again the next day.