One of the aspects I dislike about hunting and fishing is getting ready for the first day. Whether it's the first turkey hunt of the year or the first deer hunt, there's always the need to make sure nothing is forgotten on that opening day.
I can remember my first solo deer hunting trip. I sat in a maple tree that was only about 50 yards from an oak tree that was flooded with acorns. The path to that oak made its way right under my tree stand.
I'm convinced that most hunters and fishermen never contemplate the outdoor world they take pleasure in. I know in my own life, that without a concerted effort, I only enjoy creation without ever giving it much deep thought
It was the funniest sight the other day. At daybreak a tom strolled down the path to a small field just in front of me. There he strutted and gobbled and listened for any hen that might be close and interested in watching him flex his muscles as if he were in a pose-down at an Arnold Schwarzenegger Classic.
Some of my most vivid memories come from the days of being on the lake. I can remember catching stripe bass as fast as I could cast but I can also remember being scared to death because I had not left early enough to beat the lightning storm.
One of the obstacles that most hunters and fishermen dread is the wind. A light wind is not a factor - it's even helpful, but a windy day is burdensome to the fishermen and causes most game to stay out of sight.
My friend just ended his deer season in Alabama. On the last day of the month he bagged a nice eight pointer on a piece of property that had gone untended and had always been relegated as his least favorite and most undesirable.