FVR

My grandfather aka “Pop” and I would hunt and fish on the weekends from the time I was 14 till I joined the Marines. In the Fall, a bow hunting surf fishing weekend was usually the norm.

He would pick me up at zero dark thirty on Saturday morning, I would load up my Bear recurve and arrows and we would head for the Dunkin Donuts and the 15 minute light. Once there, we would sit and open our morning snack and feast on what we (he) had purchased. When the light changed, we continued ...

Man I should have taken that shot. Maybe, betcha I would have missed. Man I should have taken that shot.

Don’t laugh, we all have “The Shot Not Taken” in our hunting histories. Some just choose not to think, re-think, or obsess about them. Here are a few “Shots Not Taken” from mine and a few hunting buddies histories.

It was a beautiful morning to hunt turkeys on Spooky Mountain. I give the mountain that name because if you ever walk off it at night, you’ll know ...