Saying I have spent my entire life in the outdoors might be an understatement. When I was 9 months old, my dad had me in one of those backpack carriers knee-deep in a creek small-mouth fishing. Apparently a snake came swimming by and I came over his shoulder trying to get to it. I don’t care for snakes as much today, but I do everything I can to be outdoors. I even found a job that I get to be outside on a fairly regular basis. I was afforded many great opportunities over the years and I have found the more hours you spend outdoors the more opportunities you would get. I have seen some of the most beautiful sites that people indoors only see on pictures with fancy quotes in doctor’s offices that are meant to make you feel better. Fortunately for me, I have gotten to live many of these pictures. My wife and I moved to North Georgia in 2005. After growing up hunting, fishing, and hiking in the Midwest, moving to the Deep South was a culture shock. I found Georgia to be a completely different experience. I have never sat in a tree stand in Kentucky in late November in a t-shirt and wishing I was in shorts which is what I have found often happens in Georgia. Battling an extreme overtime job and somehow being blessed with an overly understanding wife, I have finally started to have success outdoors in Georgia. This blog is going to tell the stories of friends and family’s current adventures in Georgia and beyond along with stories of the past in Kentucky, Indiana, Wisconsin, and more…
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I still laugh at you going after the snake…..wonder if any of my aches and pains are from hauling you everywhere in that backpack?