I’d like to take you back to 1999, when I was 10 years old.
Now, mind you, I don’t know exactly what I was doing at 10…but I have a fairly good idea!
On a Friday after school you could find me outside, rummaging around in the trees, making stuff (tire swings, agility courses for my dogs, a fort, etc.) playing with the dogs, walking to the pond, fishing, or playing with a friend…OUTSIDE.
When fall would come I couldn’t wait for enough leaves to fall to rake up the biggest pile you have EVER seen; just to barrel it down and do it again.
Fall would also bring deer season, and some of the BEST times with my Dad. Hell, every time with my Dad is a great time.
The winter would find me outside in a snow suit, rolling around in the snow…hooking my dogs up to a sled and throwing a ball, sledding behind the four-wheeler…and getting in trouble for wearing flip flops.
My summers growing up were spent at the farm; swimming, fishing, camping, cooking and enjoying every sunset and every star…following my Dad around, asking him a MILLION questions.
There wasn’t a weekend growing up that I didn’t spend with him, doing something outside. It may have just been driving around the dirt roads, looking at the sights. It could have been fishing for crawdads, or catfish. It was the early mornings waking up to freeze our asses off and go sit in a deer stand. We may have been riding around on the four-wheeler, chasing and shooting armadillos…or blazing a new trail through the farm, but we were always doing something.
I learned so many things so young.
I caught my first big bass (6.5lbs) when I was 5. By myself, thank you!
I pulled my first big catfish (57lbs) off the line when I was around 13.
I shot my first deer when I was probably about 12.
I’ve been an outdoorsman since I could walk, and that will never change.
I still fish, hunt, hike, build, dirt road, camp, swim in the ponds….and probably always will.
Anyone can get online and buy a pair of boots and a camo shirt and call themselves country…but country is something you’re born into and raised in. It’s a lifestyle, not a dress code. It’s who you are inside and out. It’s values and appreciation for people, animals, and the land that the good Lord has blessed us with.
I will NEVER tire sharing my lifestyle with those who have never been blessed to live it.
And I will ALWAYS be exactly who I’ve always been.