This is the rare, rare time when I'm glad it's you and not me. I hunted first week of bow season in Ga. once. Chiggers, mosquitoes, 95 degrees. Hard week of hunting. We camped too. In a tent. I was young.


“Killing tomorrow’s trophies today.”

On the distance I like to walk to my stands:
“The first 100 yards is also the last 100 yards.”