It’s not every day you get to blast a man out of a perfectly good deer stand. This day was one of those especially beautiful, sun-filled, blue-skied, cool and crispy Fall days. A day meant to be in the woods. My 15th birthday present, a single shot, 12 gauge shotgun bucked a nice frisky mule kick into my right shoulder and somebody was on their way back to Hell. I had to smile. Friggin’ demons, whatcha gonna do? Ya know? I haven’t always been a card-carrying, full blown hunter of evil. No, I opened my big mouth one night to God and volunteered. ‘Course I didn’t really realize what He had in mind for me (who really does?) but I am a man of my word so there you have it. I could of said “no” (maybe) but my life at the time sucked big brown horse apples and I truly needed His help. When you hit rock bottom in life’s barrel of desperation and you’re on your knees in the dark crying and shaking with grief while the tears, snot and pain roll out of you like an over-hormoned lady rhinoceros going through “the change”-well, you’d just have to be there, I reckon. I didn’t make any “deals” or “hollow promises” ya see, nope I just cried out to God confessing, talking and pouring my miserable life out to Him and hoping
(and knowing) that He would listen to me. He did y’all…and here we are.