I can remember in years past, starting to do extensive scouting to find where deer might be during the opening season.

I don't how many times I have crossed a ridge thinking I was some place that I wasn't. I don't how many times I have crested a hill thinking I'll be able to see something I didn't.

I finally made my trip to the river. I had been longing for this day for a few weeks now. It had been over a year since I had made this solitary float down the Clinch River.

My first visit to the Davis Ranch in the Dallas Texas area was in 2013. There I met several men including John Davis, the owner.

Local farmers have been cutting hay. On a normal year, most fields will be cut twice. The amount of rainfall, however, always determines whether there is a lack or an abundance.

Right now, I'm craving a quiet float down the river. It's not the fishing that I'm drawn to

Have you ever wondered about wonder? I mean have you ever thought why you attribute beauty or awe to certain things? Have you ever been amazed how a large tree can grow from the tiniest crack in a massive rock?

One of the keys in hunting is learning how animals communicate. And as you know, they are always communicating. Just step outside during the early morning hours, and you'll hear creature after creature communicating.

I was in my early thirties when I had my first lesson about cattle and farming.

I was pressing to get on these two gobblers. I knew since it was the middle of the season and the first thing in the morning, that after they flew off the roost the gobbling would end

One of my comedy excuses I'm known for when I come up empty-handed from a hunting or a fishing trip, is that my friend, partner, guide, etc. "dry-ridged" me.

I've always heard that writing is more about perspiration than inspiration. It's true.

Unlike some other types of hunting, pursuing the turkey is very enjoyable doing it with a partner; especially if one is doing the calling and the other is doing the shooting.

I just returned from Texas. I make a few trips there each year now.

There's nothing like the sound of a gobble at daylight.

The turkeys are gobbling the woods down. Their call is one of the most recognizable in all of nature

In my area flea markets are more popular than the mall.

I hadn't been to Lake Weiss in nearly twenty years. My memories there were always fond experiences. And the lure was always big crappie.

Fishing is a great sport that millions of men and women participate in each year.

It seems like turkey season snuck up on me. Some southern states are either open now or are opening in a few days.

Whether you are on the water or in the woods, if fish or game is involved, so is scouting.

I'm a sucker for beginnings. I'm also a dreamer and optimist. And beginnings are the dreamer's drug.

It seems strange that one of my most vivid memories from my childhood was planting a tree. I don't remember much about it other than my father bringing me this little sprout of a mimosa tree and showing me where I could dig a hole and put it in the ground.

My mind goes to so many outdoor activities this time of year. It's the middle of February so mostly I'm planning for the next couple of months. Not only will turkey season be upon us soon, but some of the best pan fishing is knocking at the door.

Hilarious! That's always the only word that comes to mind when I think of Larry's first golf experience. He was invited to meet his brother-in-law at a golf course while on vacation.