My Granny grew up in the Depression era and I remember her talking about her daddy eating possum.
“Granny, did you ever eat possum,” I asked.
“No, but I’ve eat the taters around one,” she said.
Ol boy near here grew up pretty hard over in Mississippi. My daddy grew up pretty hard in Virginia. Mississippi told my dad “Don, I have eat baked coon before.”


“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.”