The desire to shoot ducks overpowered my sense of reason and comfort.
As we worked our way towards the edge of the field, I called to Cherie to keep her eyes open.
What have you done lately for the men who protect your freedom?
The second shooting competition in which I ever competed is one that I’ll always remember.
In just a few days, deer season will be over. A couple more weeks and waterfowl season will close. Still, there will be a lot of great hunting weather left. The great thing about this is that the game preserve season runs until the end of March and offers some great hunting and shooting opportunities.
It is a little known fact that Santa Claus is an outdoor guy.
It happens every Christmas and it will happen again this year. You’ll open a gift and wonder what the giver was thinking when the decision was made this was something you wanted or needed. It wouldn’t be bad if it only happened to you, but you know in your heart, you give the same kind of gifts. We’re among the wealthiest people in the world and most of us have everything we want or need.
Taylor called, “Pull” and I pushed the button. It was his first shotgun lesson and he was figuring it out, in spite of having to change shoulders when I found he was cross eye dominant.
Sometimes, a sound takes you back to another time.
It was our first time hunting the oxbow beaver pond along the Yadkin.
It was a beautiful fall day, and Cherie and I were driving out to the Point at Cape Hatteras.
I suppose everyone my age has a few wild stories, and some of them even involve the truth.
Like the guy in the Dos Equis commercial, mosquitoes don’t bite me out of respect.
My Mama had a conviction, and she lived her life by it. The evidence of that conviction wasn’t stated verbally, it was lived. Mama’s theory was that doing something for someone else gives you more gratification than doing something for yourself.
The reel’s spool was still clicking and it held so little line you could see through the line to the spool.