It’s That Time Of Year!

Each year, the Saturday before Thanksgiving, something magical happens around here. Rifle season opens. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m an “avid” hunter, but I really do enjoy it – and kinda know what I’m doing. Saturday morning I didn’t even set my alarm to get up because I thought it was supposed to be pouring down rain. Guess what, it wasn’t! It was the perfect morning to go out!

Well, about 10 o’clock I decided I would go out and check the corn feeder and spend some time traipsing around the 400 some acres I’m so blessed with.

Last year it seemed that all the old bucks were hiding and I was left with only the girls and a few teenage boys…this year looks to be a bit different.

When I got out to check the feeder, I immediately saw a nice rub on a sumac tree! That got my blood going – it’s pretty exciting, ya know!


So – I dumped a little corn in the feeder and headed south. There was hardly a breath of wind, so I was using my ninja skills to stay extra quiet. I put some good miles on my boots.

It seemed like every little path and roadway was covered with tracks.


LOTS of tracks, fresh ones and old ones, big ones and small ones.

The most exciting track of the day was this big ole buck track…not 75 yards from my stand.

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I actually couldn’t believe he was just traveling out in the open like that…so there must have been a real pretty doe up ahead of him.

I’m going to attribute this giant rub to him too.


There were at least 3 more this size in this area. I’m pretty sure I know where I will be sitting this evening!

Now, don’t get me wrong…I DO love the thrill of hunting for the massive bucks that I know are living on this place, BUT, I also know that they have been allowed to get so big because I pass them up when they are young. Let them GROW, people! Don’t harvest every ole 2 year old 8 point that you see. Hunting is more than just a trophy for your wall, it’s about sustenance and controlling a population.

Stay safe out there, hunters!




It’s a lifestyle, not a dress code.

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.



-Okie Girl