How can fishing and hunting mean so much? How could they really be that important? Don't ask me why, but at almost 3AM this morning I'm asking myself these questions. I killed the biggest deer of my life on Sunday evening at 5:30pm. I was as emotional in that moment as I've been in a long time, and I really find it hard to fathom. It's hard to understand how something so simple, can possibly be so important to me. Yet it is. I have begun to notice in my life, that the guys that I hunt and fish with are always my closest friends. I just seem to hold them in a different light than everybody else. Somehow we connect on a different level. Maybe it's because of what we share when we spend time outdoors. It used to be other things were that important to me, but the older I get, the more important my time outside seems to be. There are a few exceptions to this rule. I can play golf with a few people and it seems like that's the only thing in the world to be doing at the moment (Song, Tommy) but other than that, it's all fishing & hunting. Maybe the time spent away from everything just has a way of putting things in perspective, or maybe it just seems to set things right for me. I don't know how to explain it. All I know is that when I walked up on that buck Sunday evening, tears flowed. It wasn't because I was sad for the animal's death, but rather tears of joy that showed appreciation for the quality of the experience. I've never had that happen before & may never again. Emotions raced through me that I could hardly contain. I was excited to kill a big deer, but I regretted doing it while Kent was laid up on his back in bed. I had been able to take my biggest deer on a great friend's property, and share something meaningful with him as well. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of "doing it right". I had passed up a great buck the night before... because I hadn't been able to accurately judge him, then was rewarded by being able to kill an even bigger buck by following my own ethics. It's hard to explain how the emotions of a great hunting and/or fishing experience can roll through your body. My buddy Josh & I actually HUGGED when he killed his first buck. My buddy Bray and I hug and high-five everytime a big fish hits the bank, and people look at us like we're nuts, but that's one of the best things that he and I share.... and we're damn good at it. Another buddy named Kent and I...... it seems like we can nearly always catch big fish, and kill big deer. Some of the most satisfying times in my life are times spent in the outdoors. I'm just incredibly blessed to have good friends (as well as a son) who enjoy sharing those moments with me. If you're reading this & you are thinking "HUH?" well then maybe you need to try it for yourself. I'll never be able to put it on paper. All I know to say is that right now it seems important to me to say Thanks to everyone who allows me to share these times with you.