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.
My first experience at a gun show was in the old War Memorial Coliseum, in Winston Salem.
I checked the scope one more time as the line official announced our time would begin when the targets appeared.
I remember scouting for deer in the mountains of Montgomery County with my friend, Joe Clodfelter about thirty years ago.
The tip of the rod dipped down, almost into the water from the strike. Like the previous fish, this was a good one.
The temperature was just below 70. The banks were lined in lush green vegetation and, in spite of all the recent rain we’ve had, the water in Oak Hollow Lake was remarkably clear.
It’s a common misconception that once a bullet leaves the muzzle of a gun, it rises.