Monday, July 20, 2009


I'm a hunter by nature, I love hunting and provide meat for my family. Three years ago I was driving home and I saw a big snapping turtle walking down the road, It was like it was out for a stroll around the country side.

I know it was looking for another pond or water source. So I stopped and picked it up and was going to take it to one of my favorite fishing ponds.

Well we lived in town at that time and I put the snapper in a big trough to keep it until I could take it to the pond. I told my neighbor what I was going to do, and he said that he wanted to take it to the river. I said alright and I had to make a run to Denver, so I trusted him. When I got back I saw a turtle shell on his picnic table. I asked him what happened and he told me that the turtle died.

Well about two days later I heard him bragging to someone that the turtle snapped at him and he put the turtle in a cut off 55 gal. drum of boiling water, not to eat but to teach that turtle a lesson. We used to turtle hunt for meat and to have a turtle cook out in the summer. But to KILL it for doing what snapping turtles do to defend themselves is just mean. WHY KILL NEEDLESSLY!!

CRUELTY: Last summer some horses got out of their pasture on the next road over from our house, and when I was coming home from work I saw a man in the road with his truck and trailer and he was trying to load them into the trailer. Well my semi kind of spooked the horses and I stopped to help. The horses were not wanting to go in the trailer at all and I watched that man whip one of the horses until it Pissed on itself. No matter what I said the man wouldn't stop.

Then I finally convinced him to go get the other horse and I would load this one. I walked the horse around a little while and talked to it so it would calm down and then the horse lead right into the trailer. Hunting is one thing, but CRUELTY is unacceptable!!!

You can do a lot more with animals through kindness than you can by brute force.
Right now I have 13 wolf hybrids a donkey and a pet opossum.

I don't have any trouble with my critters. I don't need to beat them to get them to listen, they do it because were friends, some times I have to talk to then like I,m the boss but my bark is worse than my bite.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


I'm going to try to introduce my self, I love to hunt and fish and be OUTDOORS. I was Born in Michigan and live there for many years. We moved to Alabama in 1997 and have lived here since then. I've been driving a big truck for most of my life and have missed a lot of the growing up of our boys.

So the beginning of this year I decided to try to work from home and since I missed so much of our children growing up maybe I can make some of that up with them and the grandchildren.

I'm really new at this computer so bear with me. I started this blog a couple of weeks ago and until then I'd never even heard of a blog and I'm open to any advise your willing to share. I really enjoy the posts I read on some of the other blogs.

I'm looking forward to hunting season this year and sharing some new experiences with the fellow bloggers.

1st Al. BUCK: Two years ago I was sitting under a nice cedar tree that drapes down to the ground and it was the first time I've ever used a doe call. I had been sitting in that spot a lot that season and I just kept using that doe call.

Finally on Nov. 8th, I was using that doe call and I heard something I had never heard before except on TV and I thought what the heck was that, then I realized it was a buck grunt. I called again and waited about a minute and a beautiful 8 point buck stepped out of the woods, head high and was sniffing the air looking for that doe.

That made a believer out of me and the way that doe call works. I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. The buck walked over by the pond, and then he walked across a opening about 45 or 50 yards away.

I was shaking so bad I could hardly draw my bow, I got a good bead on him, and remember I'm sitting on the ground so getting a good position for a shot is kind of difficult, but the buck stopped and looked right at me.

That made me more nervous, but I already had a good bead on him so I touched my release and the arrow found it's mark and that was the first buck I shot in Alabama, and man was he tasty.