Timing is everything. Have you ever 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.

Most of us hunters like to consider ourselves, 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 walking more than about a quarter of a mile from our vehicle.

I noticed that I was shivering. I had seen deer off and on, all morning, and I was afraid any move I made would be detected by a nearby deer. So, I sat still and shivered.

I spent a total of about ten days in the Midwest, hunting deer. It's always one of my favorite places to go. I always have great expectations, and those expectations are always bigger there than most other places I go.

Many of my friends have been using every spare moment for the last several weeks, trying to fill their buck tag. Some are holding out for a certain deer, while others are not as picky.

Living on the border of three states has its advantages. I often tell folks I get to hunt in three states and never leave home. I do, however, have to buy two nonresident licenses.

In most states, November is the best month for seeing big deer. 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.

We had this six-pointer on camera several times. However, he was not just any six. The sheds from last year measured 135 inches.

First light has always been my favorite time of day. It's at that time my expectation is at its highest. Whether I'm fishing, hunting or just out, I love the possibilities and excitement the breaking day brings.

One of my least favorite things to see when bow hunting is a bunch of doe that comes in within fifty yards of my stand. I know that eventually I'm going to get busted.

One of the benefits of hunting is getting to see so many different animals and other things that one just doesn't get to see otherwise.

One of the things I know about hunting is that if your mind is home, you might as well go home.

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

Nearly a year ago my tree stand collapsed from under me. It happened in a split second. Thankfully my safety harness and climbing system only let me drop a couple of feet, and I was able to climb down safely.

My ground blind leaks. Yours does too. Yeah, I know you have the top-of-the-line, largest, most cushy, made-of-the-best-waterproof-material-blind money can buy.

Coyotes are not a friend of any farmer, rancher, or hunter. They are equal opportunity predators. They will pursue your cat or your cattle. They are satisfied with fish or fowl.

I can't remember a nicer August than we've been having in my area. It has acted more like May. The mornings have been nice, the rain adequate, and I'm having to mow my yard every few days.

This last year has been one of the busiest and most stressful I have had in a long time. It was one of those years where my hunting was minimal.

This time of year, the deer look really bad. They are thin, patchy, and are fighting ticks, other parasites, and disease. As you may know, this is the time of year when the population can be devastated.

The rain in our area has been relentless. This coming week will be the first week in several where there is hardly any rain predicted. Everyone here is praying for the possibility of sunny days with temperatures to be in the 90's.

This time of year, the water levels in the rivers are naturally low. Usually, the rains are of the thunderstorm variety and are not long, ongoing, soakers. This can make fishing harder but more centralized.

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.