Columnist Jason Hawkins explores the disappearance of small game hunting.
He ran. He leaped. He landed. Then, he grinned.
It is the day after Christmas and with five kids from the age of eight to fifteen, I am walking in the woods with a close friend and we look at each other and smile.
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Columnist Jason Hawkins expresses his appreciation for the outdoors.
Rhian and Landen Lawrence might very well be the first brother-sister siblings — fraternal twins, at that — to participate in a Pop Warner Football Mitey-Mite Bowl when they suit up for the one today in the ESPN Wide World of Sports Complex at Walt Disney World in Lake Buena Vista, Florida.
For a hunter, the first day of a season is a noteworthy event. It is the day memories are born, nostalgia finds foundation and the fuel for a passion to hunt ignites a desire to hunt.
There are moments, and there are moments, and for this writer, offering my son the challenge of walking out of the woods alone was as much a test of his comfort level as it was encouraging his independence.
I watch. The trail is empty. The leaves are falling. The wind is playing, and her ponytails are bouncing, and I am still and I watch.
The purpose of scouting is that of survival, as bringing bounty to the table would require knowledge of where game might be found.