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  • Do you know Big Bud? September 1, 2014
    Heddon "Big Bud" baits, as they're known in Japan, have caught the eye of collectors worldwide. Although they're sought after by collectors everywhere, they hold a special place in Japanese bass fishing culture. read more
  • Luck vs. skill September 1, 2014
    In 2014, my season was bookended by luck, and I'm fortunate to report that it was good luck ... at least this time. read more
  • Skeet's frog fishing clinic August 31, 2014
    Tag along with Elite Series pro Skeet Reese on Day 2 of the A.R.E. Truck Caps Bassmaster Elite at Cayuga Lake as he puts on a frog fishing clinic. read more


My turkey season was cut short as a result of the recent tornadoes that ripped through Alabama, storms that left many without homes, some without loved ones and over 300,000 without electricity. While we were one of the 300,000 without power we were fortunate to have no damage to our home. That’s not to say the force of the winds didn’t leave a trail, on the contrary.

On my way home I saw downed power lines, trees lying on and through roofs, businesses without power and the look of a broken spirit on faces. I could only imagine what I would find at home. As I entered our subdivision I saw Bradford Pear trees snapped at the base lying in yards. Our trees were still standing, the fence still erect and no visible damage to the roof was noticed. I really thought we dodged a bullet. However, when I opened the gate to the backyard the power of the wind was clearly realized. It looked like someone had dropped a bomb on the back of the property. Trees were down in every direction. My heart sank. It pained me to see the mature Oak, Hickory, Cedar, Sweet Gum, Black Cherry, and Poplar trees uprooted and snapped. But, given the severity of the storm it was a tradeoff I would gladly accept.

And just like that my turkey hunting season came to an end. Early mornings of sneaking into the woods were replaced by mornings of running chainsaws, pulling logs with the ATV, burning brush piles, loading & unloading trailers and stacking wood. After the initial shellshock I changed into my overalls, long sleeved shirt, and work boots, walked into the garage to get the chainsaw, bar oil and fuel and began the task of cleaning up the debris. As I cut Zachary and Adrian drug branches to the curb. We worked through another band of storms until the lightning made it unsafe to continue. Saturday morning I picked up where I had left off the evening before. As the sounds of the chainsaw rang through the woods two others stopped by to help, Jacob and Preston. Jacob and Preston are friends of Adrian and Zachary who didn’t mind pitching in to help. These guys were troopers! For the next three days, all day, my routine was the same. Eat breakfast, and continue cutting, burning, piling and loading. Finally a muscle at the lower end of my forearm became inflamed and the slightest movement induced an excruciating pain. My body had finally had enough. All along my dad had warned me to slow down the pace. Now my body was forcing me to stop all together. Read More of Thankful