Top 5 outdoor stories of 2014

December 31, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

Since today is Dec. 31 & the last day of 2014, I thought I would compile what I felt were the top 5 outdoor articles from various publications in 2014. They range from nation-wide distributed magazines to blogs.

These stories all have one thing in common, though. They are a great representation of the outdoors and what it stands for.

Check out the articles below. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. Have a Happy New Year!

1. Field & Stream: Welcome to Deer Camp- Rick Bass wrote an exceptional piece on what deer camp is all about. I did something similar in November. It really resonated with me because there’s just something about deer camp traditions. They really never do go away. It’s always a group of friends & family that get together and have one heck of a time.

Brad Tansey set out his Bushnell camera in hopes of capturing a big buck

Brad Tansey set out his Bushnell camera in hopes of capturing a big buck

2. WiredToHunt: The 7 Greatest Dangers of Trail Cameras- Mark Kenyon of has really written some great articles this year. I resonated with this article because trail cameras are some of the most useful tools a modern day hunter can use. On the flip side, they can be deadly in the sense of hunting religiously by what the camera(s) are showing or not showing.

"Wide Load"

“Wide Load”

3. 4-Step Deer Butchering: The Path to Amazing Venison- Will Brantley did a great job writing about the path to making great venison. He really showed from start to finish the entire process (and let me tell you it sure is a process). I consider myself a connoisseur of venison, and this article definitely helped me out this year.

4. 10 Mistakes Adults Make When Hunting with Kids- Stephanie Mallory hit the nail on the head with this article about hunting with kids. While I have no kids of my own yet, I can certainly relate to this article. When it comes to kids and the outdoors, the bottom line is to have fun. If it’s not fun, they won’t do it. That’s something I will make sure I do when I have my own kids.

5. 4 Tips On What To Do When The Rut Is NOT Rocking- Again, Mark Kenyon has a great article that I was able to get some use out of. The rut for me this year really wasn’t rocking, and I needed something to keep me going. Mark’s tips helped me out because it showed that I wasn’t the only person who was experiencing this. While I know deer harvest numbers across the country were down, it was still hard for me. This article made it a little more bearable each day.

That’s it! These are 5 of some of the best written articles I’ve come across this year. I’m sure 2015 will be filled with a lot more that help hunters just like me each and every day.

Did I miss an article that resonated with you? Share it in the comments!

Deer Camp: A yearly tradition

November 29, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

Deer camp is an annual tradition I’ve been a part of since I can hardly remember. Mark Kenyon over at Wired to Hunt shared his great memories of deer camp and why it’s so important to him. I thought I would do something similar.

No, deer camp isn’t the same as what I’m usually doing during Ohio’s archery season. It’s really about comradery between friends & family that’s existed for years. Sure, killing a deer is important, but deer camp is about much more than that. We enjoy a fire, shooting the bull and talking about pretty much anything and everything. Nothing is really off limits during deer camp.

What we don’t do is worry so much about making sure we kill the biggest buck on farm. I can honestly say that during gun season, I’m more worried about just spending time with family and friends. If I happen to kill a deer, that’s great. If not, I’ll live.

You see, each year, I sit down and make up my annual checklist for what to bring to deer camp. It usually consists of the essentials (hunting equipment, clothes, toothbrush, cookies, and “beverages”). That really marks the start for me since I have it already written out. Ohio’s season opens Dec. 1, and I’ve had the list made out for about three days now. It helps me start to get into the “deer camp mentality” while prepping my list.

After packing up the truck and heading to deer camp, the fun begins. We laugh, reminisce and talk about what our plans are for opening day. They usually consist of sitting for the first few hours, then moving around a little bit. After lunch, we form a game plan for the evening sit. Not to brag, but usually by the evening sit, we’ve got a few deer hanging already!

The unfortunate part this year is, I only have one vacation day to spare. Everyone else is taking the first three days off, while I can only take the first day off. Obviously I have the weekend, but I’ll certainly miss being out there for Tuesday and Wednesday.

While I know my time this season is limited, I’m going to make the best of it. I’ll still have plenty of fun just that day being with family and friends. If I happen to get an opportunity, I’m going to make the best of it. If not, I’ll still have plenty of memories for years to come.

Sweet November Begins

October 31, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

Ahh, sweet November is finally upon us. If you’re a die-hard bowhunter like I am, you know what that means. The whitetail rut is coming quickly! This year, I’ve seen a ton of deer, and they’re doing exactly what deer should be doing right now, which is starting the pre-rut.

Buck that showed up 1 1/2 hours after shooting light

Buck that showed up 1 1/2 hours after shooting light

Last rewind a little bit to the beginning of October. I was hunting a few different bucks, none of which wanted to show their faces during legal shooting time. In fact, the one time I went in to this specific property to hunt my hit-list bucks, I had a shooter show his face a mere 1 1/2 hours after I left. Go figure!

Despite the more-than-usual deer movement, I haven’t been seeing a lot of bigger bucks. That all changed Oct. 24. I got out of work a little early, so I headed into a stand that I hadn’t hunted all season. I got settled in, and hung up my Hoyt bow. A couple hours passed, and it was about 5:45 p.m., which meant I had a little over a hour left of legal shooting light. I decided to stand up and be on the alert for any and all deer activity. There is a ditch that was about 100 yards behind me, and I caught movement alongside of the ditch. It looked like a doe, and I saw a small buck right behind her.

About 20 minutes went by as they kept milling around. About this time, a fawn came running in front of me with a 4 point right behind her. The bucks were definitely starting to feel it. The 2 bucks I had been seeing eventually crossed paths, and I thought the fight was on! The bigger of the 2 bucks pinned his ears back and stiffened up. I thought he was going to kick the smaller buck’s butt!

After the 2 little guys moved on, I again caught movement just behind me. This time, it was a decent 8 point. I had him broadside at 35 yards and decided to hold off. As he walked away, I got a better look at him. I had made a mistake. He would have been my biggest buck with a bow.

I made my mind up if that deer came back in I was going to kill him. The closest he ever came was 40 yards behind brush. His life was spared on Oct. 24.

This was about the size of the buck I missed Oct 30

This was about the size of the buck I missed Oct 30

Fast forward to Oct. 30. I again got out of work early and crawled into a stand I hadn’t been in all year. About 6:15 p.m., I had a shooter 8 point come in to 25 yards. I took my shot and…….long story short, no buck. I completely missed at 25 yards, a chip shot.

I’m not positive, but I think the deer I missed was the deer I passed up the previous Friday. If he gives me a third opportunity, I’m going to make it count!

It’s a long season, and misses happen. I’ll be back out there, Hoyt in hand, ready for the next one.


Jugging pre-season & wedding

September 15, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

Well, it’s almost the big day! That’s right, Ohio’s bow season opens exactly 12 days from today. I couldn’t be more excited! Oh, wait. That’s not the big day I’m supposed to be talking about.. The first big day is my wedding day. My fiancee and I are getting married on Sept. 20.

Now I will tell you I love her more than anything. But with that love has to come with some compromise. I know all you hardcore guys out there are saying there’s no way you’d be getting hitched this close to hunting season. (Secretly, I asked the wedding be the 20th instead of the 27th for the right reasons!) But to tell you the truth, it hasn’t been that bad. I’ve really had it easy with all of this wedding planning. Brittany has been on top of it all, while I’m able to help out and also get ready for bow season.

It really all comes down to planning & more planning. It’s sometimes difficult to plan your days and weeks out, but it really does come in handy. For example, planning all of your wedding preparations for the mornings so you’re able to get into the woods & prep for season in the afternoons or vice versa. It doesn’t hurt to help to have someone who definitely understands your hunting way of life.

So as I write this, we’re putting the finishing touches on preparations, so it’s really hard to find a good topic to write about. So, I’ll continue to ramble on about the next two weeks of my life.

After getting married on Saturday, we’re heading to Nashville, Tennessee for our honeymoon. We went to Nashville a few years ago, and loved it. We’ll be there through Sept. 25, returning just in time for archery season!

I’ll have Friday to get all packed up and head to deer camp for the weekend. I figured what better way to break into our marriage than a nice honeymoon followed by a weekend without me at home.

I'll be after "Wide Load" starting Sept. 27

I’ll be after “Wide Load” starting Sept. 27!

Hopefully I’ll be writing my next entry about how well our wedding went, and hopefully holding a picture of a big buck!

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Protecting Our Outdoor Heritage

July 31, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

We all know the outdoor world we know and love is constantly under attack. Whether it’s from politicians who want nothing more than to regulate us, or to groups who think they’re protecting animals by protesting us outdoorsmen and women, we’ve always got a fight on our hands.

What’s nice about the outdoors is there’s always people who are willing to stand up against those and protect our rights. I’ve compiled a few of my favorite groups that protect our hunting and outdoor heritage.

1. National Rife Association (NRA)-Well, what can you say? The NRA is America’s longest standing civil rights organization, constantly fighting to protect our Second Amendment rights. I can’t say enough good things about the NRA. With an outstanding reputation and following, the NRA is always on our side when it comes to our rights. Do yourself a favor and consider joining the cause with the NRA.

2. Quality Deer Management Association (QDMA)-The Quality Deer Management Association mission is “to ensure the future of white-tailed deer, wildlife habitat and our hunting heritage.” And it truly does just that. Since 1988, the QDMA has increased awareness across the country while compiling some of the best programs known. Programs such as herd management, herd monitoring and hunter management. Some of the tips and awareness QDMA brings to hunters will certainly ensure a healthy white-tail herd for years to come.

3. National Wild Turkey Federation (NWTF)-The National Wild Turkey Federation is the leader in protecting the conservation of the wild turkey and our hunting heritage. Founded in 1973, the NWTF has helped restore a sustainable wild turkey population across the United States. With a local chapter in all 50 states, the NWTF has helped grow the population from 30,000 to more than 7 million across the United States, Mexico and Canada.

4. Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation (RMEF)-The Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation has made its history on protecting and ensuring the future of Rocky Mountain elk and our hunting heritage. Founded in 1984 by four hunters in Montana, the RMEF now has more than 500 chapters across the United States. With each member, 90% of the dues go toward accomplishing the organization’s mission, while 6% goes to administrative costs and the remaining 4% goes to future fundraising.

These groups are the epitome of what our rights as citizens mean. You have the NRA constantly fighting to ensure we always have our right to bear arms, then you have groups like the NWTF, RMEF and QDMA working toward a common goal of ensuring we have a thriving population of whitetail deer, wild turkeys and elk for our future generations to enjoy. I think it’s great to see ourselves as sportsmen and women bond together for a common goal, and these groups certainly represent just that.

The Countdown

July 2, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

There are not too many things that can get a hunters blood pumping more than hearing a turkey gobble in the predawn morning. That thundering sound coming from the treetops is what drives us to get up well before sunrise and climb the hills and hollers in search of a longbeard. Here in Indiana the turkeys start gobbling good in March and we have almost a month and a half to wait until we can get after em. In the weeks leading up to the 2014 spring season my morning were spent on field edges and along country roads scouting and listening for roost spots and strut zones. The week before the season I had located multiple birds and did my best to pattern their movements. The only thing left to do was to secure some vacation time and tune up my calls in the hope that I would have a big longbeard in the decoys opening morning.

            Opening morning brought clear skies and a thick layer of dew on the grass as I set out across a field with my blind on my back and my shotgun over my shoulder. I had seen a strutter in this field the day before and I planned to set up where he wanted to be. I had just gotten my blind situated and was putting the finishing touches on my decoys when the first gobble rang out from across the field. As I settled in to my blind multiple gobblers sounded off on my right and my left. I knew this was a good sign. As the sun came over the horizon I already had a gobbler in the field about 200 yards away. I had a strutting tom decoy in front of my blind and since this bird was not the dominant bird in the area he stayed on the far hillside and strutted and gobbled but would not come any further.
            The whole time the younger bird was strutting on my right I could hear another bird coming from my left. A few soft yelps on my slate call was all it took to let this big boy know that there was another tom with a hen in his area. As I counted down the minutes which seemed like hours the big bird kept getting closer and closer. The only way for this tom to get to me was through a hole in the barbed wire fence behind me and that’s the way he came. He was so close now that I could hear his throat rattle when he gobbled but I still could not see him. All at once I could hear him spitting and drumming and when I heard the corn start to crunch I knew he was closing in fast. I swung my gun into position and when I saw the full strut tom come around the side of my blind I took the shot. As the 3 year old tom lay flopping just inches from my decoy all I could think was that it took 365 days to get here and the countdown begins again.

Top 5 Tips For Trail Camera Use

June 30, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

Brad Tansey set out his Bushnell camera in hopes of capturing a big buck

Brad Tansey set out his Bushnell camera in hopes of capturing a big buck

Trail cameras have really made scouting and maintaining your local deer herds much more manageable. What I’ve found is I’m able to effectively pattern deer and position myself in the best possible spots in any given situation. But it definitely took a lot of trial and error on my part. Below I’m going to share the top 5 tips I can think of for using trail cameras effectively.

1. Never discount quality deer sign- It was hard for me at first to differentiate between a spot that was already producing a lot of deer movement, and one I hoped would produce a lot of deer movement. I would place my cameras and mineral sites around spots that I wanted to be a honey hole. Well, long story short, it didn’t work out for me. This year, I took the approach of going to where the deer already are. I don’t have any proof yet, but I’m hopeful I’ll have better results because of it.

2. Don’t check the cameras too much- This can be one of the most difficult things a deer hunter encounters. Sure, we all get antsy when it comes to seeing if a big buck walked across the trail my camera is on, but we’ve got to learn how often to check our cameras! I try to leave the cameras for about 1-2 weeks before checking them. At first, I was checking it almost every other day. Needless to say, I learned from my mistakes when I would only have a handful of pictures.

3. Position the camera facing north or south- This was one that definitely caught me by surprise. I know it seems like common sense, but an east or west facing camera will have pictures blown out by the sun. This was one I learned quickly when I had hundreds of pictures that were not recognizable because the sun was blocking my view!

4. Try and find places off the beaten path- Unfortunately, we have to always worry about thieves. It’s a shame, but it is a reality. The first trail camera I purchased was set up off of a frequented 4-wheeler path, and it got stolen within the first week. I learned my lesson, though, because I decided to go off of the main trail and find somewhere that others probably would be going. Since then, I have had pretty good luck with my cameras. I hope that luck continues this fall (fingers crossed)!

5. Give the deer reason to stop in front of the camera- By all means, a well-placed mineral site or food plot will do wonders. I like to get out in the early season and freshen up my mineral sites. It helps the deer grow, and it gives them a reason to pose for the camera! One thing I did when I was first using cameras was to just set it up on a trail. I got some pictures, but they were usually blurry and didn’t capture the whole deer. Now, trail cameras have come a long way, but why maker it any harder on ourselves?

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Wrapping Up Ohio’s Turkey Season

May 31, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

photo1To say Ohio’s turkey season was difficult would be an understatement. I hunted more this spring than I’ve been able to the past 6 years, and it was definitely the hardest.

I was waking up almost every morning before work and heading into the turkey woods. I would have turkeys gobbling on the roost every morning in the same spot. The problem was they were across the property line. I know what you’re thinking “Why don’t you just go ask the landowner for permission?” Well, I did. He doesn’t allow hunting, so I guess I was stuck.

The last week of season I finally gave up on that piece of property simply because I had hunted it the majority of the season, and it certainly wasn’t panning out in my favor.

My dad and I ended up heading to a piece we had a lot of success last year the Saturday before season closed. In fact, we doubled on two gobblers! Well, history didn’t repeat itself. We got 100% skunked. Not even a courtesy gobble.Turkey Hunting

We had to pack up and head over to my grandma’s to help her clean her garage for a yard sale we were having for the following weekend. Now she’s always having turkeys gobbling in her woods near her log home, so I thought it might be a good idea to take my gear just in case one gets lonely while we were packing.

We’d been there probably an hour when I was putting some shovels on the trailer when I heard a gobble! It was deep in the woods behind her house, but a gobble nonetheless. I quickly told my dad that I was headed to try and fill a tag, so he would be on his own.

I hit my slate call and the gobbler cut me off. I crept about 200 yards into the woods and sat down. A couple soft yelps with my mouth call and I could tell he was closing the distance. After about 5 minutes or so, I saw a red head bobbing through the green timber about 75 yards away. The turkey got to within what I thought to be about 55 yards and hung up. I of course didn’t bring a decoy because I honestly didn’t plan on this panning out.

The gobbler just wouldn’t commit any closer. With the season ending the next day, I decided to give it a shot. I clicked my safety off, took aim with my Mossberg 535 and BOOM! Down goes the gobbler! I was amazed I was able to kill him at that distance.Brad 2014 Turkey

As I walked toward the dead gobbler, it ended up being about a 56 yard shot. The longest I’ve ever killed a turkey at by about 20 yards.

While it was only a jake, I was certainly glad I didn’t have to throw that $24 tag into the trash. And he sure ate good by the way!

My grandfather, who passed away last year, always told us stories of all the turkeys he heard behind his house, but we never heard them when we came over.

I’ll be honest, I think my grandpa was guiding my shot that day. I’m glad I was able to kill a turkey for him because I know without a doubt he was watching right there with me.

Hunting Hard Headed Ohio Turkeys

April 29, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

photo1It’s been somewhat of a roller coaster ride of emotions during the first seven days of Ohio’s turkey season. I’ve had turkeys be non-responsive to any form of calling, to gobbling at everything that makes a peep. However, I haven’t been able to close the deal yet.

I’ve got a couple different ideas as to why nothing has seemed to pan out for me just yet. The first being hens. I love to hate them. They can make the most vocal gobbler in the woods stay loyal to his queen hen.  Last week I parked at a barn on the property I was hunting at 5:30 a.m. As I was loading up gear, I heard a turkey sound off in the distance. By the time I got to the spot I was going to set up, I probably heard this gobbler fire off about 25 gobbles.

By the time light rolled around, this gobbler sounded off an easy 75 times. He was gobbling at absolutely everything. A couple other gobblers also started to make some noise in other areas, but this guy just wouldn’t shut up!

That was, of course, until it was time to fly down. I assumed I was about 250-300 yards from this boy. As soon as it was time I figured for him to fly down, he completely stopped gobbling. Not even a courtesy gobble!

I threw everything but the kitchen sink at this gobbler trying to get a response to let me know he was in the area or walking the other way. I had to go into work that morning, so I had to cut my hunt short.

Because I was close to the property line, I wasn’t able to move any closer to this gobbler. But my thoughts are that he had other plans with a hen in the area that I possibly didn’t hear.

On the bright side, I still have three weeks to get the job done! No doubt I’ll be back, and hopefully, this gobbler meets his maker sooner rather than later!

Do you have any turkey hunting stories or tips to share? Post them on our Facebook or Twitter page and tell us how you deal with ornery gobblers.

Remember To Wear Your Personal Flotation Devices!

April 14, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

Note: This article first appeared in Mid-America Waterfowl magazine

Chances are if you are a duck hunter, you have heard the stories of people involved in accidents. Guys who sank their boat; the guy who fell through the ice and drowned chasing a crippled duck. Most of us hear these stories and genuinely feel bad for them and their families, because as fellow duck hunters, they are our brothers and sisters.

Yet, the messages of these stories tend to go through one ear and out the other. Recently a buddy and I were involved in the kind of incident most of us think will not and cannot happen to us — but it did!

On Sunday, November 11, three friends and I began our day at a draw-in waterfowl area. But as each of us drew a pill from the box, it became apparent we would not be hunting there that day. Instead then, we hustled an hour and a half to a lake that has been real good to us duck hunting-wise the past few years.  We had a spot in mind, reached it by boat, and began setting decoys for a shoot.

It was raining, freezing rain, flurrying.  Then it stopped — and began to rain mallards. There were ducks everywhere, and of every kind. Between the four of us, we had 10 greenheads, 3 hen mallards, and a mixture of other ducks.

In all the great shooting, fun and excitement, it never crossed our minds that for a couple of us,  this hot-barrel duck hunt might be our last.

It was getting close to 1 o’clock.  I had promised my folks I would be home by 2 for a Thanksgiving dinner. So, Trent decided that while two of our friends started picking up the decoy spread, he and I would motor across the lake to my pickup. He would then run back and shuttle the others and the gear across the water to their vehicle.

As Trent and I were idling along (yes, I said idling), we were still amazed at the amount of birds flying. Even though we had limited out and were getting off the lake, there were still tons of birds in the air. It was a day of duck hunting every duck hunter dreams of.

At the same exact instant, we both shifted our gaze from the sky … to the stump in front of us!

“Stick!” we yelled simultaneously.

The stump, angled just right, made the boat go straight up and sideways at the same time. It all happened in a matter of seconds. The four life jackets that had been within arm’s reach now seemed miles away as water poured into the boat. Trent yelled, “Grab the life jacket!”

I ended up grabbing one;  however, thinking back as the boat was rolling, I just kind of stood there. So MANY things go through your head in seconds and I froze,  thinking “this is really happening.” Trent hopped out the back of the boat by the motor as I jumped away from the boat. Once again, everything took place in a matter of seconds.

I went underwater and popped back up — but not without a struggle.

I panicked.

The water was cold, and even though I’m a good swimmer I was finding it difficult with my waders and amount of clothing I had on. Luckily I was with someone who was calmer and was able to direct me in what to do. He shouted, “Kick your waders off and relax!”

Thinking back to those stories we’ve all read before, I remembered that’s the first thing they always tell you to do in such an incident: kick your waders off. I always thought if that was me, I would drown because it takes a person to stand behind me and pull my waders on. So how was I supposed to get them off in an accident?

However, when I undid the straps, my waders seemed to just fall off. I swam toward the boat. We were probably 75 yards from shore at this point. Trent tried to pull me on top of the boat with him. But it was not going to hold the weight of both of us on top, so I stayed in the water and held onto his hand and a handle on the boat.

Trent yelled back to our buddies who were picking up decoys, “Hey, call 911, we flipped the boat!” We were 200 yards from where we were hunting, so I can understand why one just looked over and yelled “What happened?” But it didn’t take long to for him to see what was going on. Then both of them bolted out of the water and grabbed their cell phones. Well, one of them grabbed his cell phone — the only one out of the four of us who even had his phone.

While I was sitting there floating, freezing, panicking, I heard Trent make the comment, “Man, my boat is trashed, huh?”

That was the last thing I wanted to hear!  I told him, “Your boat!? What about my gun, what about my Canon camera?”

Just as that last word rolled off of my tongue, my camera came floating to the surface in its Pelican case — right in front of me.

I looked at Trent and told him, “I am going to float on this and kick my way to shore.” He said he would only let me go if I knew for sure I was going to make it.

“I think so,” I said.

The air-tight camera case was all I had for a floatation device. All other life jackets were lost as the boat rolled … including the one I once grasped in my hand. When your boat flips, it is like a hand grenade goes off inside, especially if the wind is blowing. Spare gas cans, marsh seats, guns, even the ducks you shot that day …  go every which way and you wonder if you will ever even see any of these things again.

That is, of course,  after you worry if anyone will ever see you again.

I swam for shore.  I was within 30 yards when I felt like my efforts to reach shore were not working out. I wasn’t going anywhere anymore. So I decided it must be my coveralls and rain jacket dragging me down, just as my waders had. So I kicked them off as well, keeping my coveralls in one hand and my camera case in the other. I figured if I was going to survive, I might as well keep something, considering I had lost all my other things. Also, I didn’t want to have to replace everything in my wallet.

I made it another 15 yards and once again my momentum quit. But this time, as I kicked my feet in another panic, I felt one foot touch bottom.

Then I hit the ground running. I ran to my truck shedding clothing, socks, shorts — every layer I had on, figuring wet clothes weren’t going to do me any good.

I got to my truck, turned the heat on, took my phone out of the glove box and dialed 911. They barely got out “911 what’s your emergency?” before I was shouting where I was and what happened. The lady asked if I was okay and said that someone had already dialed 911, that I should stay in my truck and wait for them,  and that is what I did.

About five minutes after I reached my truck, help arrived. But before it did, I received a casual call from my Dad, just wondering how the hunting had gone that day. What he got was me crying saying I was so sorry and that we had flipped the boat and where we were at and that I was so sorry. I told him it was just me and that Trent was still out there — and he immediately assumed the worst. He informed my Mom, and they both headed out to where we were. By the time they got there, the Conservation Department had already arrived with a boat to pick up Trent. He, too, was escorted to an ambulance and treated for hypothermia and pneumonia.

I was worried my Mom would be mad that I had single-handedly ruined our early Thanksgiving dinner plans. Yet to my surprise, she was not. I was embraced by both of my parents in a way that you could feel their relief.

All and all, everything turned out okay that day. We had to give the sheriff’s department and Conservation agents our statements of what happened, and we both were allowed to go home without taking an ambulance ride to a hospital. Even my camera was bone-dry inside the Pelican case!

However, my gun, shell bag, and waders, including Trent’s boat were now property of the lake.

We were lucky to be alive in my opinion. God was really watching over us that cold, windy Sunday.

But it doesn’t end there! The following Wednesday, God was with us again as Trent was able to recover his boat. When they dragged the boat in, it acted like a scoop across the bottom and they were also able to recover my gun, waders, shell bag, even the ducks I had shot that day! Sounds like a great story, right? Everyone turned out unscathed, and everything was recovered without damage except a swamp seat or two.

You know, my sister asked my Dad a week after the event if Trent and I could have really died.  My Dad paused and said that we very well could have but we were fortunate enough to know we had to kick our waders off and get out of the chilled water. We owe that knowledge to stories such as this one.

In addition, to highlight our mistakes,  we had four life jackets in the boat, all within arm’s reach. But in seconds, they were out of reach.

Things could have been a whole lot worse. I hope as a duck hunter that none of my fellow hunters ever have to go through something such as this. As you know though, things happen in an instant that we can’t explain. To break this thing down, be prepared, wear a life jacket, have a cell phone, make sure someone knows where you are hunting, and try not to panic if things do take a turn for the worse.

To everyone, have a great hunt, but most importantly — make it a safe hunt.

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