Hunting, fishing, roaming the woods - I loved it

I've had some good times in the woods, in the marsh, in swamps, in a boat, and especially up in trees on cold, cloudy days. There are few things more peaceful than being a predator and doing it closer to the way nature intended: using silence and stealth and blending into the critter's world.

From bass fishing Texas' Murvaul, Quitman & Sam Rayburn in the late '60s pioneering days. To bowhunting and competition archery in the '90s. I've fished from Canada to Cuba, Atlantic to Pacific. Won a national bass tournament, won national archery tournaments, bagged with a bow (deer, turkey, fox, coyote, squirrel, armadillo, hogs, javelina, exotics).

I've been very fortunate; let's share a few memories.

Front cover. This string of huge bass got lots of attention.

Aoudad ram. 55 yards, full alert, PSE @68lbs. Perfect shot.

Hoss buck! Was bowhunting hogs & deer season was closed.

Me & cypress.
Scouting is fun too.

Jesse's javelina. Always a good son-in-law, now he's a bowhunter.

Ducks watch out.
First Mark, then 2nd generation Marcus had to put up with me & Ted.

Big winter bass.
Had several from 5 to 9 lbs that day. Cold! Deep hump; jig n'eel.

Old Stone House. This historic house is our home now, and takes lots of time & money.

Me & Joe. I'm out to pasture now. Just 'soon  watch my cows & ride my horses. Don't get up at 3am much anymore.