I'm always excited about the times I get to go on an extended hunting or fishing trip. The expectations are always high and the opportunity to go with a friend makes the miles pass quickly and the laughs come in abundance.
It's Christmas time in the woods! I can tell by the full shopping malls, the congested traffic and the "Cha-Ching" of the cash registers. Well, maybe not. In fact I can't tell any difference whatsoever.
Sometimes sitting in a tree stand can be boring. It's not like you see deer every minute you're hunting or even every day you go. Most mornings in the stand last for several hours and even though you may see deer, the window for those sightings is small.
I've always considered myself a prepared hunter - some would say over prepared. I very rarely go into the woods without my backpack. During the colder months this is especially true. Since I'm never absolutely sure as to what the weather will bring, I take just about everything. My backpack is over three-thousand cubic inches.
A recent picture I had not seen in several years brought an uncontrollable smile to my face. It was my son and me leaning against one another and him holding up a squirrel by the tail. It was his first.
I had heard of others catching two fish on the same bait before, but I had never done it or even witnessed it. All that changed the other day. It was a beautiful, comfortable, and even cool August morning on the river.