The DSC Convention is by far my favorite hunting show to go to. They call it the greatest hunting show on the planet and I'm sure it is but I haven't been to all of them so I can at least say it is the greatest hunting show in my part of the planet. The first thing I noticed about this years show was that there were no protesters. I have seen them in the past here, especially if the news has a story about an auction for a select animal there, but it was 20 degrees today so I guess they only …
Adventures
Christmas Stripers
Deer season has been pretty slow for me outside of the whitetail cull hunt but to be fair I haven't spent as much time in the woods as I normally do. The weather has been very very warm and I've been having good luck on the water so most available days have been spent fishing. Christmas week was calling for a very cold northern to blow in bringing temps down into the teens so Mary Ann decided to get in one last fishing trip before "winter". She doesnt do cold well at all so we thought this …
It’s About Time
The richest man in the world can't buy it, the most powerful man in the world can't stop it, the smartest man in the world doesn't even know how much he has left, it's time. I believe the sooner a person realizes this in their life the better their life will be. We can't get back time, yet we waste so much of it. I think humans are the only animal born with the knowledge of their own death. Nothing else in nature knows it's going to die when it's born yet everything else in nature seems so …
Capital Carpin’ and Cruiser Camping
Since the weather decided once again that winter could wait a few more months I've been doing a lot more fishing. I love to bow hunt but I just can't get into it when it's 90 degreees and mosquitos the size of chickens are doing dive bombing runs on my face. I had reserved a campsite for Emma Long Park in Austin, the capital of the greatest state in the Union, ok in the world. I love the rest of the states too so don't get mad non Texans but it's different here at home. Anyway the plan was …
Return to The Desert
As a kid we would gather at my uncles house every year to pack up the trailers and trucks and get gear ready for the men in my family to make the trip to Colorado for a deer and elk hunt. They did this for 13 straight years and I couldn't wait until I was old enough to go with them. That day never came. Things happen, life changes, people move, people die, but my desire to have a tradition like that never left. As a nearing forty year old adult I feel like we have started our own sort of …
