I’d been in the market for a new go-to fleece camping jacket for some time. After all, my current one (while very durable) is starting to show its age. Here’s a post where I talk about getting it as a gift in the early 90’s. At one point, I stupidly thought I’d iron it to help the Velcro pockets lay flat (here’s a little life lesson…DON’T EVER TRY TO IRON
My alarm went off at 4:30 in the morning, and my first thought was, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Even though I had gone to bed relatively early the night before, I still didn’t get much sleep since it was the night before my first real hunting trip. Fortunately, the excitement of the coming day was also enough to roust me out of bed at that ungodly hour and
As I sit here in my blaze orange Deer Camp 2011 tee-shirt from Cabela’s and write this blog entry on my couch, I think about how I should be out in the woods sitting on a stump glassing a clearcut for movement. I should be creeping through the timber areas north of Brady, Washington, stalking deer and elk. Maybe even a cougar or a bear. I should be shoulder to
I’d been looking forward to this trip since I was about 14, I just never knew it until this year. My dad goes on a fishing trip with his friend, Lyn Hartman, to Twin Lakes just about every year. And every year he asks me if I want to go. During the college years, I passed on the opportunity. During the starting-my-career years, I’d be too busy. During the years