Briary River Way Paddle Giveaway

We here at BRW are giving away a handmade Briary River Pond Paddle.  To enter simply reply to this blog.  Each reply will be assigned a number and we will use a randomizer to pick the winning comment on march first if we have at least 50 comments .  We will email the winner so please leave an email address.  The winner will have 1 week to reply or we will pick another winner.  Also if you do not wish to post an email address we will post the winner on the blog.

Unfortunately we are limiting this contest to legal residents of the of the contiguous 48 states.  Sorry we just can not afford to ship them out of country(we are broke). 

Also we are not responsible for any accidents or injuries that may occur(like your wife hitting you with it) from use of our paddle.  We also reserve the right to make any changes as we see necessary.

Thank you for participating and remember to check out our sponsors ads.  That is how we are going to pay for shipping(hopefully).

Papa at the Auction

You know, I’m just a poor teacher. I’m rich with family and friends, and I’ve been blessed to have a little land to hunt. I make enough to keep my family fed, but sometimes, especially this time of year, things get tight. Sometimes I wonder how things may have been if my Great-Grandfather hadn’t been such a good farmer.

The Drought

There’s no doubt about it, there is a drought. During football season I pay very little attention to the world outside of football, but when Joe and I checked the pond during the first week of November, and we found the mud flats dried out, cracked, and hard, I knew there wouldn’t be a good start to the season. But I still had hope. If we had a cold, wet December, maybe, just maybe, we could get some of the migratory birds, even if the local birds were a lost cause. November had been a cold month, but a cold December was not to be, and even though December is usually one of the wettest months here, there was hardly any rain. The drought continues, and there are no ducks on Briary River.

Why Tonto was so Skinny

Maybe I am crazy, maybe I am to much like my daddy.  I don’t know.  I just like a challenge.  Most guys hunt with a rifle and I like that too.  Sometimes though I just want to use the bow.  Its  the challenge of it.  Anyone can drop a deer from 40-200 yards with a rifle, but to get them close, to draw without being busted and to make the shot where you can watch the arrow fly.  Now that is just awesome.

The Legend of the Great White-Faced Buck

I remember it all very clearly, even though I was a young boy, and it has been so long ago now. It was the first year I was allowed to take a stand by myself. It had been so exciting in September, the first time I was alone on a stand. The heavy morning dew soaking through my boots as the mist rose skyward, the sun warming the cool morning. In my hands the smooth wood of a well worn stock and the cold steel barrels of an aged sixteen gauge double barrel shotgun. The gun had been my father’s, and my grandfather’s before, but now it was mine. Pride swelled within me as I stood in the glory of God’s morning, turning my head towards the warmth of the sun.