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.
My Mustang Convertible was built in 1987. My RD 350 motorcycle is a 1974 model. I hunt with a Fox shotgun made in 1912 and it kills birds as well as it did in 1912.
North Carolina instituted a Concealed Carry permit system in 1995.
It was in the heat of the summer that we shot on those early Wednesday afternoons.
My first affiliation with the two cedar trees alongside Billy Lagle’s driveway was well over 20 years ago.
I love every day of what I do.