Good, solid hunting mentors like I had growing up are in serious demand these days. Without them, kids are content to sit inside, warm and dry with their faces glued to electronic devices. I never had that opportunity because electronic devices didn’t exist yet. I was forced to play outside. The out of doors, as near as I can tell, was the modern-day parental version of screen time. “Go outside!” my mother would often say with a sweet and kind tone to her voice. An aging group of mentors and kids growing up with no desire to step foot in the woods is a bad combination!
For Immediate Release: April 2, 2018Media Contact: firstname.lastname@example.orgWindsor County, VT – Recently, local hunter Tim Biebel was reported to have engaged in a spirited discussion over taxidermy bills with his lovely wife. Biebel, having refrained from spending any amount of money on taxidermy since united in holy matrimony almost thirteen years ago, finally decided to break open the piggy bank…
Dear Hoyt Archery,
It’s time we get to know each other on a deeper level. Until now our relationship has been a one-way street, but I’m sure you and I can both agree that relationships can’t survive that way. I doubt you even know I exist, which is surprising given our long history together and the immense popularity of www.the4pointer.com. Okay, so maybe that’s an overstatement…
When extended family comes to visit, I’m not one to spare the good stuff. “Hey, wanna grill a woodchuck?” I asked my brother-in-law as we were chipping golf balls around the yard one evening. Brock is not one to back down from a challenge and he claims to know how to grill, so I fished the poorly packaged woodchuck out of my chest freezer and plopped it on the table. Silence filled the air as intrigue descended upon the crowd of young children gathered around.
“So, I noticed a charge on the credit card to Vermont Fish and Wildlife for your Moose application. When is the season again?” my wife questioned me the other day.
“Oh, you know….early October,” I replied.
I tried to leave, but before I could she hit me with a dose of her reality. “You do remember that I’m due at the end of September, right?”