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. :)