A campfire, even when the weather is warm.
Pork, in any form.
Being iced in with plenty of firewood.
Good books.
Chicken fried deer heart, liver and onions.
A baseball game going scoreless into the 9th.
Being in the first two rows at a prize fight (when boxing was boxing).
Alcohol and tobacco.
The smell of a new truck.
Receiving the title in the mail when it's paid off.
Fine wood and 24 line to the inch checkering on a firearm.
Finding my arrow in the dirt covered with bright, red blood.
Bluebell Homemade Vanilla ice cream.
Kids that say Sir and Ma'am and thank you.
Backing my boat into the water on a calm, cool spring morning.
A new pair of shoes or boots.
A clean, tidy house with all things in order.
Shooting over a pair of good dogs that work in tandem.
Women wearing high heels and tight jeans.
Roy Orbison.
Reloading ammo, just the loads I want to shoot.
Fletching arrows with feathers.
Boiled crawfish, red potatoes and corn.
Seeing the color of the water transition from green/brown to blue when going offshore.
Bourbon Street jazz.
My kids and grandkids well and accounted for.
Women wearing hats.
A horse race.
Twilight time in the blind.
Robert Chester Ruark.
The smell of leather.
The scent of a pretty woman's perfume when she passes by.
Waking up early needing to pee and realizing it's Saturday.
And a few that I don't like very much...
Golf.
Whiny kids.
Soccer.
Hockey.
Beatles music.
Hearing a woman say "We need to talk".
Election years.
Sermons about hellfire and ****ation instead of Christ's love and forgiveness.
People that chronically feel sorry for themselves.
Seeing myself in the mirror each morning hit with the reality that I'm now an old man.
Bob Lee.
Pork, in any form.
Being iced in with plenty of firewood.
Good books.
Chicken fried deer heart, liver and onions.
A baseball game going scoreless into the 9th.
Being in the first two rows at a prize fight (when boxing was boxing).
Alcohol and tobacco.
The smell of a new truck.
Receiving the title in the mail when it's paid off.
Fine wood and 24 line to the inch checkering on a firearm.
Finding my arrow in the dirt covered with bright, red blood.
Bluebell Homemade Vanilla ice cream.
Kids that say Sir and Ma'am and thank you.
Backing my boat into the water on a calm, cool spring morning.
A new pair of shoes or boots.
A clean, tidy house with all things in order.
Shooting over a pair of good dogs that work in tandem.
Women wearing high heels and tight jeans.
Roy Orbison.
Reloading ammo, just the loads I want to shoot.
Fletching arrows with feathers.
Boiled crawfish, red potatoes and corn.
Seeing the color of the water transition from green/brown to blue when going offshore.
Bourbon Street jazz.
My kids and grandkids well and accounted for.
Women wearing hats.
A horse race.
Twilight time in the blind.
Robert Chester Ruark.
The smell of leather.
The scent of a pretty woman's perfume when she passes by.
Waking up early needing to pee and realizing it's Saturday.
And a few that I don't like very much...
Golf.
Whiny kids.
Soccer.
Hockey.
Beatles music.
Hearing a woman say "We need to talk".
Election years.
Sermons about hellfire and ****ation instead of Christ's love and forgiveness.
People that chronically feel sorry for themselves.
Seeing myself in the mirror each morning hit with the reality that I'm now an old man.
Bob Lee.
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