For too many years to count I have showed up at the same farm on my first day to hunt, to hear birds gobbling.

It's amazing sometimes when I think about how hunters and fishermen endure certain things willingly.

I'm a little over a week out from turkey season. It really is one of my favorite seasons of the year.

I was taken aback the other day during a morning turkey hunt. The rain had persisted all night and into the early morning hours.

I spend a lot of time alone. I am alone at a desk many hours a day. When I travel, whether it's to speak or hunt, I usually travel alone.

It was the funniest sight the other day. At daybreak a tom strolled down the path to a small field just in front of me. There he strutted and gobbled and listened for any hen that might be close and interested in watching him flex his muscles as if he were in a pose-down at an Arnold Schwarzenegger Classic.

Some of my most vivid memories come from the days of being on the lake. I can remember catching stripe bass as fast as I could cast but I can also remember being scared to death because I had not left early enough to beat the lightning storm.

One of the obstacles that most hunters and fishermen dread is the wind. A light wind is not a factor - it's even helpful, but a windy day is burdensome to the fishermen and causes most game to stay out of sight.

I took another trip to the woods the other day. I hadn't been for nearly a month. My deer season ended at the end of December and since then I have been trying to catch up on work.

My friend just ended his deer season in Alabama. On the last day of the month he bagged a nice eight pointer on a piece of property that had gone untended and had always been relegated as his least favorite and most undesirable.

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

Sometimes the hunt is only a small part of a bigger story. While having meat in the freezer is nice, most of us are not in actual need of it but enjoy it as a luxury.

The fishermen around here are coming out of their hibernation. The walleye and crappie will soon ring the dinner bell and the bass will be getting more active as well. The stories will soon be plentiful.

I spent my last few days hunting deer in Missouri. The temperatures were the most extreme I have ever encountered.

My friend Dave just killed a buck in Ohio. This time however, instead of waiting on the big one, he arrowed one that had a lot to be desired.

For the past several years words have been tools of mine. I have tried to somewhat successfully arrange them in a way in order to explain or describe ideas and events.

Timing is everything. Have you ever just felt like you were out of sync with what was going on in the woods or on the water? Sometimes it seems that on the days you can go fishing, the weather is terrible or the fish are uncooperative.

There's one four letter word I think everyone uses. Well, there's at least one four letter word everyone uses. And they probably use it every day. It's the word busy.

Habitat is a word that is used quite often in the world of the outdoorsman. If you have lived more than a couple of decades, you have witnessed changes in the habitat in the area that you live and/or hunt.

Habitat is a word that is used quite often in the world of the outdoorsman. If you have lived more than a couple of decades, you have witnessed changes in the habitat in the area that you live and/or hunt.

Jason and I eased up the hill toward the place of our morning hunt. He had come a few days earlier and took a leaf blower to the trail to make sure we had the quietest walk possible.

Most of us hunters like to consider ourselves of the diehard variety. We're not afraid to get up early, stay out late, and do whatever it takes to get our deer; unless it's walk more than about a quarter of a mile from our vehicle.

I had been in the stand only 15 minutes when the doe appeared. When it crossed the path I came in on, she immediately smelled an unfamiliar odor and followed it with her eyes to my tree stand

I spent Saturday morning with about eight other friends and acquaintances, hunting deer. My mood was still melancholy because of the unseasonably warm weather, but the company and camaraderie made up for it.

One of the conditions that hunters have to face this time of year is the fog. Sometimes it lingers seemingly all day making it difficult to see especially when hunting with firearms