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Leave Nothing In The Tank
What image comes to mind when you think about a really good trapper? Robert Redford playing Jeremiah Johnson, and Tom Oar from the History Channel’s Mountain Men series. Rough, tough and gruff. Men of few words and all business. Yep, that’s my trapper. Not so fast, Brad… It has been brought to my thick skull that…
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More thoughts from the middle-school football bleachers. Have you ever seen those fanatical parents on the sidelines, the ones who would make a child-development professor cringe? I’ve watched parents holler at their kids through four very long quarters of play… as in every single play. I never quite figured out if they didn’t trust the…
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I was at a middle-school football game yesterday afternoon. Amazingly, when I sat down I was within earshot of a fellow who’s coached an NFL Super Bowl team, at least if his critique and criticism of every single play was any indication. By quarter two, my brain was full. I quietly grabbed my stadium chair…
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My seventh-grade daughter blacked out from the heat this week while cheering on those Putnam County War Eagles. I caught the tail end of it as four of her cheer sisters grabbed her before she toppled over. Her sideline coach and our athletic director were quick to get her to the shade with some water…
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I went to a funeral service yesterday. Jesus wept, so it’s OK to be sad. However, my hour with those sweet people really was a celebration of a life. My friend’s name was Raymond Gibbs, although those who knew him just called him Rat. I’m pretty sure it was September 2014 when if I first…
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You won’t believe what I found in former Editor Brad Bailey’s desk drawer this week…. give me a minute. In the upcoming September issue of GON, you’ll find the one-of-a-kind hunt story of Keith Almand’s 2019 Morgan County bow buck that scores 177 5/8-inch non-typical inches. B&C scorer Bill Cooper wrote the story and did…
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I used to worship turkeys. From about my junior year in high school well into adulthood, my pure reason for living was wrapped solely into one single thing: killing wild turkeys. In fact, I had decided that whenever I left this world, I wanted my lasting legacy to be that I was a great turkey…
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Thanksgiving break is about a number of things for our family. One of those things is some time away from sounds and gadgets as we escape to the woods. Neither one of my daughters are nutso crazy about hunting. They’re certainly not following in their old man’s footsteps seeking out full-time occupations that will involve…
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This chilly November morning marks one of my favorite Saturdays of the year. As shooting light nears, there are men, women and children standing around tailgates sipping coffee as they adorn orange caps, hunting vests and briar britches. Beagle hounds whine in the box as nearby cottontails and swampers will soon be forced from…
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I still can’t believe my friend Glen Solomon has gone to be with Jesus at the age of just 52. I first met Glen on Saturday, Nov. 26, 2005 as I rolled into a campground on Chickasawhatchee WMA. We had coordinated a trip together so he could show me a thing or 10 about how…
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