LAST UPDATED: May 8th, 2015
I’m back! No two words that when strung together could help exemplify my feeling of rejoice any more than these after rejoining my friends here at Bowhunting.Com in the media I so actively love, blogging. Not just blogging about any old thing either, but of bowhunting and whitetails -two subjects I’ve devoted much of my spare time to over the past 15 years…which I am sure many of you reading this can relate to. I’m just lucky enough to be in the position of sharing my world with you right here on BH.Com, whether through my candid interviews on stand or my simple words etched here in cyberspace.
Who I am is unimportant. Just as equally unimportant is my background in hunting. Because no, I’m not that guy who takes 180” monster bucks every year. Nor am I the guy who hunts unpressured ground and boasts of hundreds of hours on stand. That’s simply not the guy I am. What is important, however, is that I am a guy who hunts land like a lot of you probably do. And, like most men my age also help to maintain a household, run a small business, pay my bills, and finally when the chance of time is granted, gets to sneak out and enjoy the majesty of a hunt. Which I think we can all agree on, is often less than we all would like.
What I can provide is valuable insight into this world we all love, and, that occasional bout of laughter that can often accompany it. Regrettably, I am an imperfect hunter of whitetail bucks, unlike many of our professional television hunters; I make a great deal of mistakes. I won’t lie when I do either. It’s those mistakes that have molded me into the hunter I am today. I plan to bring you along for this ride, giving you every detail of my profound impact onto my hunting grounds. As hunters, we know that not all impact is positive. I’ve been known to make a few negative impacts as well while sending otherwise unwary bucks into the next county. Not every plan works. If they did, I probably wouldn’t be doing this anymore.
Something I do think that is important to know about me is that I am a new father. This past June my wife and I gave birth to our first child, the new love of my life, my daughter Jovie. Although she kept me from the woods much of this deer season, just having her in my life has made this one of the most memorable. And that’s what I’m going to leave you with. That it’s the friendships I’ve made since picking up the bow that are what means the most at the ending of a cool autumn day. I would trade all the heads on my wall for just one more joke told between friends before the long drive home. Although that could quickly change if I had… let’s say… a 200” whitetail buck on my wall. I’m not bitter about this though.
Thanks for taking a moment to read through my first blog here at BH.Com and for welcoming me into your computer. I leave you with some of my favorite pictures which help to capture the past 12 months -my season from scouting till end.
The best friend a guy could ask for while shed hunting this past winter. Here she sits next to her first find ever!
A big ole’ Tom I was fortunate enough to take this past October. As it would turn out, he would be no match for my tackling abilities.
While shed hunting in early spring, I posed in front of this rub that decided the fate of my prior (2009) deer season. A great season that it was!
And finally, this buck who was bedded alongside a hill in late winter last year. I watched with great anticipation for several minutes hoping his antlers would both fall off leaving me with the reward. Alas, it would never happen. Such is life I guess.
