I think of all the hunters who are enjoying the spoils of victory right now. They are making some of the best chili or spaghetti sauce with the ground deer from their freezer.

It looks like we can dust off those dollflies. The walleye are finding their way upstream to spawn and need a tasty meal. I'm hoping some of them will become a good meal for me.

In my area there are a few small streams that feed into the rivers. When I say small, I mean only about 10 to 15 yards wide.

I don't fish as much as I did when I was a young adult. I enjoy going, but after a long deer season, I have a lot of catching up to do at home and at work.

I'm always amazed at those who can make things with their hands. I too enjoy creating, but my talents are very limited.

I spent the afternoon looking for antler sheds. It's really too early, but the weather was beautiful, especially for February.

I get excited this time of year. The deer season is over but another season that involves deer is just around the corner. It's the season to hunt antler sheds. If you don't know, each year bucks shed their antlers and grow new ones.

I have to admit, I like watching fishing on TV. Not the everyday programs, but tournament fishing.

I'm always excited about the times I get to go on an extended hunting or fishing trip. The expectations are always high and the opportunity to go with a friend makes the miles pass quickly and the laughs come in abundance

A beautiful buck came out about sixty yards to my right. Just by the size of his rack, I knew he was a good deer - a definite ten-pointer. I didn't have much time to gather myself for a good shot because he wasn't going to stay around long.

I used to write with a very narrow mind when it came to the outdoors. I only imagined my little area when it came to things like weather and the activities that one could be involved in.

An arctic cold wave has swept across the country. It was short-lived, but it was brutal. My own temperatures dropped to -13 degrees with the windchill. I had no plans of hunting during this time, but I did go hang out in my barn, around my Buddy Heater, on one afternoon

I've always considered myself a prepared hunter. Some would say over prepared. I very rarely go into the woods without my backpack. During the colder months, this is especially true.

We're coming down toward the end of deer season. I have not put any meat or antlers down at this time. I'm still waiting a little longer before I take a doe, but I hope I don't wait too long.

I'm not a very good deer hunter. Oh, I've harvested several animals over the years, and I have had my share of good days, but I'm really not very good. I scout. I plant fields. I put out cameras.

This time of the year, my preferred hunting location is close to a heater. That means I'm either in a barn or a blind. Since I'm either rifle or muzzleloader hunting, I can give myself a little leniency when it comes to smell.

This the time of the year I spend most of my days hunting in the barn. I've enjoyed the past several years so much, I have added another barn, at another location, and have started turning it into Barndominium West.

I've often noticed how deer live mostly in a quiet environment. Even this morning I watched one particular city dwelling doe begin to get a bit nervous when the noise of traffic began to surround her.

For the past few days I have sat in a tree stand while temperatures soared into the seventies. And I'm hunting in the Midwest in November! During each afternoon's hunt, I only wore a T-shirt and carried a light jacket in case I needed it.

November is undoubtedly the best month for seeing big deer in most states. The bucks are either cruising for a doe that is ready to breed, or they are already hot on the heels of one that is in sight

Next week I'm going on my annual trip to Missouri. I've been deer hunting there for years and have some wonderful friends there.

I have a recent vivid memory. It's not going to impress you, but I can't get it out of my mind. I went to the woods, got out of my truck, walked a few steps, and looked up and around.

It was a cold October day. The fog wouldn't lift until late morning. It was the opening day of Kentucky's muzzleloader season, and I was high atop a mountain looking for a buck making his way back to his bedding area.

As a young adult, I remember fishing the riverbank at Mr. MacDonald's farm. (Yes, Old McDonald had a farm. (Lol.) He was an older man whose property ran along the river.

I made my way to the tree stand on opening day of Tennessee's deer season. The weather was perfect, including a chance of light rain. I had prepared for this hunt by being meticulous about being scent-free as much as possible.