Written: 12/14/2006 11:03 by: E.TX.BOWHUNTER View

 Late on a cold Thursday afternoon on the upper reaches of the Trinity river, Greg my hunting buddy and I had been watching hundreds of mallards flying into this small flat just off the main river channel. We knew it would be an easy sneak through the thick brush. We had beached the boat a couple h...

Written: 12/08/2006 11:48 by: E.TX.BOWHUNTER View

 I was 15 when I met Greg. He had moved to Texas from New Jersey. It could have been sympathy I don't know. I was hunting ducks every chance I got and he asked to come along. We made several hunts to Conroe and Livingston and he was hooked. We had just finished our limit one morning and I suggested...

Written: 12/08/2006 10:36 by: E.TX.BOWHUNTER View

 It finally cooled down October 30, 2005. The morning started with a very nice 8 pointer working a scrape and walking by at about 50 yards. I knew it was a good start. But, this is hunting. It took 2 hours before I saw anything else. I watched down a trail to see feet coming my direction. Then a ch...