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"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens." Ecclesiastes 3:1

September in Georgia is the start of hunting season. Since before I could remember — even when I was just old enough to hold a Red Rider BB Gun — the calendar turning to September has always meant it's time to hunt.

My desire to spend as much time as possible in the woods has, at times, presented problems for me with the opposite sex. From the time I began to date in high school, girlfriends had a hard time understanding just how important hunting season is to me. From Sept. 5, when dove season began, all the way through the end of deer season, I would constantly catch grief for spending so much time hunting. This problem continued into college, and even now my wonderful wife, Christa, just cannot fully grasp the importance of hunting season.

One day in October I walked into my house after spending several hours deer hunting. My sister, Allison, and my wife, Christa, were sitting in our family room. My sister said, "Did you kill anything?" "No," I said. "I saw two does and a small buck, but nothing worth shooting." Then my sister had the gall to ask me this question: "How can you go deer hunting day after day and never, ever get tired of it?"

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