ABOUT ME

My Mother And Father, without them, well I guess this website wouldn't even exist, HUH?

The old stag passed away on Aug. 30th, 2005. He will surely be missed. Mom passed away in May 2008, now they rest in peace.

A hand painted picture I had done while in Vietnam, when I was just a raghorn at the age of 24.

After getting out of the NAVY in 1969, my brother-in-law and I got into archery. We had been hunting since about 14 yrs. old. We really thought we knew what we were doing. I mean, we both just seemed to know what each other was going to do, or what each other wanted, we seemed to be able to communicate with what we had picked up in the service. We both had been in NAM together so we just clicked.

We both started out shooting stick bows with no nocks, armguards,tabs or gloves. Boy did we ever learn in a hurry.
We hunted an old farm place and got to know all the deer by their first names.Gosh, we had been shooting at them for two years. Finally, in 1972, I got lucky when a nice white-tail buck came by my tree (not a treestand) at midmorning and I nailed him good.

I moved to Oregon in 1973 at which time my oldest son started shooting his mom's 45# stick. It was bigger than him but he still went with me and sat beside game trails and fence crossings. He never complained about getting up early or staying out late. Then,in the fall of 1973, I got my first muley in eastern Oregon.

When I lived in Oregon, I got hooked on elk hunting. I tried to stay in the woods as much as possible. At first it was trial and error,since I knew nothing of calling. Back in those days I don't think many people knew about calls. But in 1976, I finally got lucky and tagged a cow. We ate off that thang for a-while.

While deer hunting one day in Oregon, this young sow was headed home to her den. I noticed her coming up the hill toward me and she came within 20yards, the wind was in my favor. She passed an old dead stump, I drew my bow and waited for her to come out from behind it. The arrow pierced the left lung and severed the aorta. She went about 25yds.
back down the hill and fell. She field dressed 180lbs.

I moved back to Arkansas in 1979 and finished out my military time with the National Guard and retired in 1997.

I had a slight heart attack in 1993, and had to have an angioplasty. No problems since then. In 1997 I was involved in an auto accident and ended up with 7 broken ribs. Then in Oct. 1999, I fell out of my tree stand 15 feet and broke my back in 3 places. Had to walk out of the woods for help. I am finally getting back where I can shoot my bow and I refuse to let my misfortune defeat me.

In 1991, I found out that my son from VIETNAM had arrived in the U.S., along with his mother and sister. They all live in Louisville, Ky. Guess who started shooting the bow? Thats right, he did. In 1995 he went with myself and a friend elk hunting in Colorado. My friend was fortunate enough to get a small 7x6 bull. We had to pack it out on horses. That was my sons first time on horseback also.

I bagged a turkey with my old trusty recurve back in the early 80s. I shot at the body and nailed it in the head, what a great shot,huh.

On 3 May, 2001, I aimed for the head of the one in front and just as I pulled the trigger, the other one attack my set of breeding decoys. That resulted in my first double with my trusty 12 gauge. See, accidents can happen.