As we draw down on Christmas and the end of the year. I have many things to be thankful for. Early September I was afraid I would not be able to hunt birds this year. Questioning how I’d shoot a shot after nearly cutting my thumb off. I took this picture 2 months later to the day. Merry Christmas my friends.

As I sit with a glass of bourbon contemplating on the fact that I may miss the majority of this season, I realize I can relive seasons past and I may actually get to finish writing my book. I’ll be spending extra time hiding at the cabin in the woods. Happy hunting gentlemen. Keep the guns oiled and your shots true.

Dreaming of days chasing bobs, in the Alabama pines