All right guys, welcome to another podcast, two or three podcasts back.

I offered promotional codes for the audiobook Blood Moon.

I want to let you know they were all given out in the first six hours and there are probably 50 other emails sitting in my inbox asking for a promotional code.

I'm going to give it a week or so and see how many don't get redeemed and if they're not redeemed in about 10 days.

I'm going to start sending those unredemed codes out.

Also called Jack LaFount and I asked him if we could use some of his codes and he hasn't gotten back to me yet but when he does, I'll put you in touch with him.

Otherwise you can go buy the book on Audible. It's a pretty good dose.

It's a second in a series of books, Jack's writing.

The first book is Buy You Moon. The second book is Blood Moon. He's working on voodoo moon right now.

So anyway, enough of that. I'm out of promo codes.

This is a, I don't know how long this podcast is going to be but it's pretty good and we will just roll into it. How about that?

All right, here we go.

This is an email from Tyler and he writes that was raised in central Louisiana.

As a kid in the 1970s, I had the typical childhood of a boy with access to miles of undeveloped land that surrounded my home, which meant I spent most of my time fishing, hunting and exploring that land.

When I was a teenager, my parents built a new house and we moved. By then my interests were changing to the kinds of things teenage boys generally think about, cars and music and bonfires and girls.

I was in my 20s when my dad saw a deeper connection with his growing sons. He had a friend with a hunting camp in North Central Louisiana who invited him to join and we did as a family.

It was a great place to include a thousand acres of piney hills and hardwood bottoms and a creek along the north end of the property that would flood in the winter.

It allowed me to reconnect with my first love, being in the woods.

The camphouse featured a big porch for relaxing and cooking. We spent a lot of time out there combing every inch of the property, building stands and brushing blinds and planning food plots and scouting for the best hunting spots.

I got familiar enough with the place that I felt comfortable on evening hunch to walk out without a flashlight, especially if there was even a hint of a moon.

I bagged my share of game that way. It was late in 2010 during the rifle season when I decided to take my climber to the back side of the north food plot where a strip of hardwoods bordered a pine thicket.

I sat 20 feet up in an oak tree and I watched as the sun began to set.

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