He’s at least a foot taller since I last saw him. Reclined in the passenger seat. Camo from head to toe. Passed out cold. My brother and I greeted Karin before she woke him up with a motherly tone. He was up by the time I walked out of 7-11 with essentials for the hunt. … Continue reading
His name is Hunter. He’s a certified sky-watching, marsh-loving, straight-shooting, waterfowl chasing outdoor fanatic. And he’s only 13 years old. I’ve known Hunter for pretty much his entire life. Our families have been friends for years and his dad was my first hunting idol. Mike dropped more waterfowl, whacked more bucks and flushed more upland … Continue reading