Reagan proudly displaying “her” deer. She loves when I cook venison and can’t wait to taste her deer!
One of the questions I get most often about hunting is why I do it. We have grocery stores where you can go buy beef, pork, chicken, seafood, and at the right stores, even venison for relatively affordable prices. The meat is high quality, clean, and readily available. So why do I layer on clothes, hike miles through rough terrain, and sit hours in the cold, at times wet, wilderness waiting for a deer to happen buy so I can shoot it?
The simple and yet incredibly complicated answer is it’s a part of who I am. Continue reading
I would like to take a moment to say thank you to someone who has shown me unconditional love and support from the moment we started dating nearly 13 years ago. Without my wife, Courtney, and her steadfast faith in my dream there’s no way I would have seen that dream realized today as I start the first day of my new career as a full-time author. Continue reading
Today marks the end of my career in property restoration. I find myself struck with a mixture of emotions, some of them quite unexpected. I never planned for my life’s career, my life’s work, to consist of my time in property restoration. I have always wanted to be an author, and I am now getting the chance to explore that career full time for the first time in my life. Continue reading
I sat in my grandparents’ family room, my eyes glued to the television. There were crowds gathered at the base of a concrete wall covered with graffiti in a language I couldn’t read. Camera flashes were going off so much that it looked like the worst lightning storm in the earth’s history. The peoples’ breath fogged in the cold air as they sang songs, wept, and hugged each other.
Some of the men swung sledge hammers, the heavy metal heads bouncing off the concrete face and sending chips flying in all directions. The people around them scrambled on the ground and scooped up fragments and chips wherever they landed. Whenever one of the men grew weary, his arms too heavy to lift the mallet, another stepped in to take his place.
The hammers never stopped swinging.
When I was in kindergarten, the school bus didn’t go where I lived. It would stop in the curve on the red dirt road where the massive old cedar tree stood. My brother and I would get off the bus and start walking the quarter mile white dirt road to Nanny and Granddaddy’s. Their small brick house stood at the end of the white dirt road, hidden by a thick screen of trees that bordered broad fields of tall tobacco. Continue reading
The sense of smell has the strongest direct connection to long term memory. In fact, there’s literally a direct connection from the olfactory cortex that receives the incoming signals to the hippocampus where long term memory is generated. All of the other senses have to be processed, filtered, examined and catalogued first, and then the important bits are selected out and sent on to the hippocampus to create long-term memories, but not smell. This is one reason that even a faint whiff of a familiar scent can unlock a long forgotten memory. Continue reading