The past couple weeks the weather has been perfect. The nights have been cool, the mornings brisk, and the day time temperatures have lingered around that point where you wonder if you need something more than a t-shirt. It’s the perfect weather for a sportsman. Deer season opened here September first. With any luck the weather will stay this way. The water temperature will start dropping, the fish will start biting and once again be good to eat. All of this is fine except…. I am a teacher and a football coach. This time of year, this most wonderful time of year for sportsmen, is all consumed by football. Sunday through Friday teaching and coaching eat up my day light hours.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
I guess you know by now that I am a football coach. I am the offensive line coach for a Class 1A school here in South Carolina. Being a coach at a small school, you have to wear many hats. I also work with the defensive line. During the week, I help to keep and prepare the grounds. On the sideline I help the head coach direct the running game. I also double as the trainer.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
When we think about, it as hunters we have many responsibilities. We have a responsibility to the land, the animals, and nature itself. How ever I want to talk about another very important responsibility that we rarely talk about.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
It is a Briary River tradition to hunt the Beaver Pond on Christmas Eve. We have done it for years. Most of the guys here will tell you, Bo dictates where I shoot ducks, in one way or another he picks the blind. The first year he hunted with me he was too small to go to the blind, so I pulled my truck up in the corner of my yard and let him sit in the truck while I shot ducks outside the truck in my yard. He didn’t have a choice about hunting with me most mornings, you see, Saturday morning was usually the only morning I had to hunt, and his Mama works on Saturday, so Bo had to hunt with me, that’s just all there was too it. Then there were the special mornings when I was off for Christmas break when his Mama didn’t have to work. On those mornings I got to hunt the pond.