It was a cold day, and we were up at 4am to go out to the hunting property. We met up with dad's friend Jimmy at the Dunkin Donuts before heading there. We all climbed out of the trucks and began walking towards our tree stands. I was only 6 or 7 at the time, … Continue reading First Rifle Hunt
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Ground blind hunting
I don't remember when it was, but my dad got this idea for the two of us to sit behind some camouflaged netting at the old farm where he hunted. He set netting around a bunch of trees so that we could walk in and sit at a pinch point. We sat on some buckets … Continue reading Ground blind hunting
First Hunting Story
My first time hunting with my dad must have been in 1993 or ‘94. Dad said he was going hunting and I said I wanted to go. I remember changing into warm clothes and getting in the family van we had at the time. It was bow season and dad was in full camo; he … Continue reading First Hunting Story
The Sacrifice
Things had gone from bad to worse and there wasn't much time to make decisions, other than what they knew needed to be done. The group consisted of four men, two of them non-combatants. While they knew what to do when it came to shooting, they wouldn't know what to do when it came to … Continue reading The Sacrifice
Canada 2023
This was a rough one. And unfortunately I didn't log this like I usually do, and I'm writing this all based upon memory. My father and I had pre-planned this trip prior to the Covid-19 outbreak. We had been delaying it for quite some time because we couldn't cross the border without having a negative … Continue reading Canada 2023
Canada Anthology – That tree
This is going to be part of a larger series of stories I have stuck in my brain from when I would fish with my dad and grandfather at Garden Island Lodge. So one time, sometime in the time frame of 2007 until 2015, when it was just my dad and I fishing, we were … Continue reading Canada Anthology – That tree
My Son Needs My Help
The eight months after my father's death were some of the worst months of my life. While outwardly I would portray everything is fine while adjusting to new roles and responsibilites, grief was like barbed wire around my heart. My father was and still is my best friend, and he's still counted as one of … Continue reading My Son Needs My Help
The Story of Stumpy
The Story of Stumpy, starts in 2019, where my dad and uncle are talking about a buck that has a weird left side to him. The three of us want to shoot him, mainly so that he doesn't produce offspring that have the potential to have whatever bad genetic with his antlers. Be advised as … Continue reading The Story of Stumpy
20 years.
It's been 20 years since September 11, 2001. For me, 9/11 was the beginning of a new school year. I was in seventh grade learning new teachers' names and new areas to the school. It was a normal day. But then the phone in the classroom started ringing, someones mom was picking them up to … Continue reading 20 years.
Hurricane Ida From a UPS Driver’s Perspective
I always say there's always a big storm on or around my birthday. Being it's September 3rd, it is hurricane season on the New Jersey coast. 2021 was no different. We had heard the reports of a lot of rain, we knew it was going to be bad, but we didn't know how bad it … Continue reading Hurricane Ida From a UPS Driver’s Perspective
Fremoc aka Dave 