they’ll have this written bit of history to rely on as the story gets retold in the future when the number of squirrels killed and the size of the trout will likely grow exponentially with each retelling
As the whole world goes crazy, and for once that’s not an exaggeration, I prepare for the third day of Georgia’s Spring Gobbler season.
And for one brief shining moment all the worries and troubles of the world were gone. The picture of our smiles says it all.
We’re all familiar with the saying, “It’s not the destination, it’s the journey that counts.” As we grow old, and hopefully wiser, we learn the sentiment in ways a younger person can’t possibly understand. However, we still long for the sweetness of reaching the destination regardless of age. Otherwise, why even begin or bother with … Continue reading Success in the Turkey Woods
“A little frustration is healthy,” I reminded Mary. “It will make the success of bagging your first, big tom all that much sweeter. It can only be spoiled if you give up or do something unethical in the meantime.” She was frustrated, yes, but more determined than ever to get her bird. I called in … Continue reading Between Encounters of the 4th and 5th Kind
Even when I was a little boy hunting with my father hours on end, I never wanted to come out of the woods. In later years, I never stopped to think that my sons would be different. Then around the age of 12, I noticed they were losing their enthusiasm for hunting and fishing. I … Continue reading Mary’s Introduction to Turkey Hunting
I was spilling my guts about how hard work had been for the last year. “How’s the family,” the vendor asked taking me off guard. “Oh, they’re doing great,” I answered. “Life’s not so bad after tall then, is it?” he said. “When you look at it like that,” I answered, “you’re right. I guess … Continue reading Highland Bound
via Daily Prompt: Trill Normally I'm so intent on fishing that I hardly hesitate between casts. But this morning I reel in my lure and set the rod down. It's prime fishing time, peak of the bite. I fight the compulsion to make another cast. I close my eyes and lean back against the backrest … Continue reading The Trill Piercing My Heart, Filling My Soul
So I'm sitting at my kitchen table this morning doing research on San Francisco and the Napa and Sonoma Valley wine country for a story I'm writing. It looks so inviting I was thinking I would go ahead and book the trip and then find someone to share it with. Only problem is I'm looking … Continue reading A Sign from Above or Coincidence?