I know that I have not posted in a while. I have been trying to write this blog for a month now and have decided to do my best and just do it. I am scared that I will not due it justice. If it is a little hard to read, that is because it was hard to write especially through the tears.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
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.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
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.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Hunting the Swamp
Years ago I was a member of a local deer driving club. Most of the members were family. Many family members joined the club because our family had hunted there for so long, even though they didn’t hunt very often. It was a great club. Between the land my family owned and what we leased from timber companies, we had more than four thousand acres to hunt. The time we all spent hunting there was great fun.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
The Country Store
I stopped by the grocery store this afternoon to buy some dog food. I usually don’t buy dog food from the grocery store, the dog food you find there is expensive and of poor quality, but when I slack off and manage to run out of food on a Sunday I have little choice. It seems that the dogs would rather get expensive poor quality dog food from the grocery store than have nothing to eat at all.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Bo’s Adventures
I remember when I was young. I remember riding ton tons across the ice world of Hoth and fighting with blasters side by side with Han Solo. I remember being Luke Duke and arguing with my cousin Andy (Bo Duke) over who could drive the General better. I never remember having hunting adventures. I guess I did. Of course Andy and I were constantly stalking the ditch banks and pecan orchard that was our Nanny’s yard. We played football one on one. These were memories put on reserve in the back of my mind. Almost forgotten, never remembered, until…..
Thursday, July 28, 2011
The First Deer
First I would like to say that I am sorry for not posting in a while. I don’t want to make excuses but I just was not feeling it the last couple of weeks. Now I'm back.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Hunting the Swamp
Years ago I was a member of a local deer driving club. Most of the members were family. Many family members joined the club because our family had hunted there for so long, even though they didn’t hunt very often. It was a great club. Between the land my family owned and what we leased from timber companies, we had more than four thousand acres to hunt. The time we all spent hunting there was great fun.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Hunting the Swamp
Years ago I was a member of a local deer driving club. Most of the members were family. Many family members joined the club because our family had hunted there for so long, even though they didn’t hunt very often. It was a great club. Between the land my family owned and what we leased from timber companies, we had more than four thousand acres to hunt. The time we all spent hunting there was great fun.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Great Hunting Guns
When I think back to all the years I have hunted there are a lot of good memories there. Memories, mostly of people, places, and dogs, that have been a part of my hunting past. Also embedded in my memory are the guns that I have been lucky enough to own and hunt with. These are not the fancy high dollar guns that you see in the hands of big name hunters on TV shows, they are the common guns owned by a common man.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Cycles
Being a teacher and coach I live through cycles all the time. We are at a time in the year when most teachers are taking a break, but not me. I had the weight room last week, and I have it this week as well, that takes away a half a day every day I have it. Top that with the fact that I got chosen to participate in curriculum updates this summer, and I have been working all week this week, and you may understand why I have had trouble finding a topic to write on.