Old School

I love old things. I really love things with character. I have an appreciation especially for things being done well but simply.

This is definitely the case when it comes to hunting. It seems like these days when you go out into the woods for a hunt you are more geared out than a jungle sniper on a life or death mission. Why? Im pretty sure we're not trying to outwit a foriegn offensive. Nope. Instead we're trying to simply blend into the scenery and hide from a deer or a turkey or maybe even a duck. Lets be honest, deer are not the smartest animals in the world and being that there are almost one million of them here in the state of SC Im pretty sure you can find one that wont require a gilley suit and five thousand dollar rifle.

That being said, I love the old images of hunting in this country and the way that things were done so simply. My uncle Greg was this way. Every time he had the opportunity he spent time outdoors. His stories were amazing and Im sure that often times they were filled with imbellishments of every sort but he was a true outdoorsman. His camoflauge? A pair of jeans, cowboy boots and a flannel shirt. His weapon of choice? An old 12 guage or a flintrock rifle he made himself.

I hope that people like Greg will always be around to remind us how crazy we get with our use of the outdoors.