As we close this year 2018 we have much for which to be thankful.
We have traveled more 10,000 miles without an accident or break down and we didn’t even get lost. I am thankful for my friend, Gary “Doomsday” Harper, who has been by my side through most of our miles and hunts. I am also thankful to have the funds to do these hunts and share them with you.
I want to thank my outfitters, Bill Anderson and his lovely wife Sandy of Little Creek Ranch in Kansas; Tom and Vonda Palmer of Kansas; Trevor Closman of North Platte, Nebraska, who put me on a Rio and Merriam during a blizzard at 13 degrees, both on the same day, and to my dear friend and outfitter at Watermelon Pond Plantation in Archer, Florida, Ms. Kate.
I also want to thank my outfitter from Maine who came and turkey hunted with me here in Kentucky. Frank and Cathy Lawler then took me hunting black bear in Maine. They will be here again in 2019, and I look forward to their visit.
I want to thank everyone that helps me everyday along this journey we call life, from Cecil Adkins of Voo Doo game calls to the waitress who serves me breakfast every time I stop in somewhere to eat. I want to thank two special friends in Whitesburg, Sandy Johnson and her brother Clyde Tyree, who have shown me a lifetime of friendship.
I would never write a column like this without mentioning my “bestie,” Raymond “PAP” Brown, who has stood by my side more years than most of you are old.
In closing, my final thanks goes to you the readers of this crazy thing we call Struttin’ Time and to everyone at The Mountain Eagle who gets it so you can read it. Thanks to Ben Gish, Pam Walker, Sam Adams, and everyone else.
I hope to see you next year when we start another year together and travel to Canada to hunt moose.
Until 2019, have a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year, and Godspeed to everyone.