Every hunter has those memorable hunts they'll never forget. For me, many of my best days were spent in a deer stand hunting with my dad. It was there that my love and appreciation for the great outdoors began.
While little compares to harvesting a trophy whitetail, watching the sunrise and hearing the woods come to life is equally satisfying. I feel very blessed to have been raised in a family that enjoys the outdoors. As I've grown up and moved away, I’ve realized not everyone had that same upbringing. One of my favorite things to do is introduce people to hunting and the outdoors, with hopes that they, too, can have similar memorable experiences.
I’ve chased whitetails from Louisiana to Kansas, and my heart races every time I size up a mature buck. For me personally, it’s not all about the kill, but rather the thrill of the hunt that really counts.
Perhaps one of my most gratifying hunting trips took place on a December day in a small box stand in northern Louisiana. I had the chance to take one of my very best friends on her first deer hunt. As snow geese flew overhead, and bobcats displayed their prowess, we watched numerous whitetails feed along a treeline. As we marveled at the good Lord’s creation, she familiarized herself with my youth-model .243. I was excited by her sincere interest in it all.
As much as I've enjoyed chasing trophy whitetails in the Midwest, that day spent introducing my friend to the wonders of a day afield will go down as one of my most memorable hunts. I took home a trophy—a memory that I will treasure for a lifetime.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: There is a place for everyone in the great outdoors!
As always, God bless and good hunting,
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