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Old Haunts

There’s something about coming back to this place

Makes me young again

I can practically run up these old ridges

Lots of memories fostered here

Innumerable encounters


Dad’s old spot

Countless hours here

Seems like a lifetime since I’ve made an appearance

These old places have a tendency to dry up

Others heat up

Give little reason to leave

Places like this go by the wayside

Feels good to be back though

Even for one day

If nothing else than to relive a salient part of my past

This old haunt won’t see the last of me

The Woods

I took this picture a couple of years ago. Notice the small deer in the center.

I love the woods. It’s a year round pleasure for me; Hiking, hunting, just clearing my mind; It’s the serenity and peace and quiet I look forward to the most

I don’t always have an agenda in the woods; Does one really need it? Sometimes I go just to sit and listen

You never know what you might see in the woods; A deer, a bear, somedays the shape of a tree or the odd formation of a rock will suffice

Is there a good acorn crop this year? Beechnuts? Berries? There’s always something to find out in the woods

The woods are where I’ve learned the most from my dad; He learned from his dad; I hope to pass the knowledge down to my son; Teach him that there is much more to life than deadlines, appointments, competitive sports, and video games

Many a man or woman have asked me the question, “How can you go out in the woods and just sit there all day?” To which I answer, “How can I not?”