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Like many of your listeners, I've spent the majority of my life in the woods.

I began hunting when I was six years old and I've been trapping since I was 10.

That amounts to 48 years of experience.

I've seen most of the critters that Wilcox County Alabama has to offer an outdoorsman. But what I saw and felt that day was

unlike anything I had ever experienced in the woods before or anywhere else for that matter.

I was near a creek with a pine thicket on one side and hardwood

bottoms on the other. The tree that I had climbed was a 35 minute walk from my back door. It was my habit to get there well before sunrise because

the walk down can be a bit noisy. Not to mention climbing up the tree and I didn't want to scare

anything away right before shooting time.

If everything went well and it did that day I would be up in the tree for a good 20 minutes in complete darkness

letting the woods settle down before daylight.

That particular morning, the woods were silent, the kind of pen dropping at 75 yards

with a loud bang quiet.

Because of that, I had crept in as slowly and as quietly as I possibly could,

and I did my best to stay in the pine straw and out of the leaf litter that would have sounded like

potato chips being crunched under my boots. As always I was trying to control my

breathing and trying to keep from getting too hot and breaking into a sweat.

It would have been easy to do with all my gear on, but very bad on a cold day.

I tend to climb a little higher than most because I have learned that it takes the scent factor out of the game.

A white tail buck's nose can't reach 40 foot up a tree which gives me a big advantage.

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