I am one of the few little boys that got to grow up and live the dream of being a professional baseball player. Well I figure that most little boys dream of playing in the big leagues which is a place I have never been but I have been very close and I am still getting the opportunity so that isnt too bad. I am currently in my ninth year playing professionally and still trying to get to the big leagues. As I will be until they take the jersey off me I guess. Its funny that I love to play baseball so much but I have always told people that the best thing about playing professional baseball is the fact that the season is in the summer and I get to hunt all winter long! Im not sure what that means as far as my true love but I know that I am a very lucky man that I dont have to choose one over the other.
I am currently in Phoenix, AZ and it is 105 degrees outside and I cannot tell you how much I am already looking forward to Sept 15th so that I can drive into MO and climb up in a tree. I hate to wish my life away because I am thankful for every day I get on this earth but it is just a burning desire inside of me that doesnt go away. The sad part is that I hadnt even got all my hunting stuff packed up and put away yet at the end of last season, and I was already wishing that I could just get it back out and start again. Its something that I cant fully explain but its something that I cant do without. Its something that alot of you that are on this site know all too well and a feeling that you love just as much as I do.
I am looking forward to the rest of the season and seeing if I can improve and eventually acheive my goals of playing in the big leagues, but one thing is for sure. I may never make it to the big leagues but every time I climb up in a tree I will have a chance to bag that buck of a lifetime.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
My Beginning
I am VERY fortunate to have come from a long line of outdoorsmen in my family. My Father introduced me and my older brother to the outdoors at a very young age just like he was introduced by his grandfather when he was a young boy. To this day my father, brother,and I are still hard at it and enjoy spending time together in the outdoors every chance we get.
I can remember the first gun I ever shot in the back yard of my great grandpas house when I couldnt have been more than four years old. My dad helping me hold the gun up to my shoulder and aim it at the silver can we were shooting. Helping me because im pretty sure that the 12 gauge was quite a bit bigger than I was. Thats probably the reason why after I pulled the trigger, that I had no idea if I had hit the can or not. When your laying flat one your back five feet farther away from the target than you were when you shot, its tough to tell!
I can remember my father taking me to the woods hunting and clearing all the leaves away from the base of a tree on the side of a ridge so I would have a place to sit and be quiet while he slipped off within eyesight to try his luck as well.
I can remember sitting on one of those ridges at the base of one of those many trees and just seeing a deer and getting so excited that I would begin to shake uncontrollably. Some of the shaking could have been because my toes were frozen alot of the time but im pretty sure most of it was from the deer.
I can remember many many memories that I have made from the time I was first introduced to the outdoors and I look forward to making many many more for a long time to come, Lord Willing! I Look forward to sharing my memories from the past and all the ones yet to come with yall. Well those of you that give two cents about an old Arkansas boys goof ups and mistakes and dont mind bad sentence structure. :)
I can remember the first gun I ever shot in the back yard of my great grandpas house when I couldnt have been more than four years old. My dad helping me hold the gun up to my shoulder and aim it at the silver can we were shooting. Helping me because im pretty sure that the 12 gauge was quite a bit bigger than I was. Thats probably the reason why after I pulled the trigger, that I had no idea if I had hit the can or not. When your laying flat one your back five feet farther away from the target than you were when you shot, its tough to tell!
I can remember my father taking me to the woods hunting and clearing all the leaves away from the base of a tree on the side of a ridge so I would have a place to sit and be quiet while he slipped off within eyesight to try his luck as well.
I can remember sitting on one of those ridges at the base of one of those many trees and just seeing a deer and getting so excited that I would begin to shake uncontrollably. Some of the shaking could have been because my toes were frozen alot of the time but im pretty sure most of it was from the deer.
I can remember many many memories that I have made from the time I was first introduced to the outdoors and I look forward to making many many more for a long time to come, Lord Willing! I Look forward to sharing my memories from the past and all the ones yet to come with yall. Well those of you that give two cents about an old Arkansas boys goof ups and mistakes and dont mind bad sentence structure. :)
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