Case: Grumpy old men, computers and hunter education
OK, let's get this part of the equation out of the way first: It's August, and it's hot. I write this to you from a beach on the Atlantic Coast.

OK, let's get this part of the equation out of the way first: It's August, and it's hot. I write this to you from a beach on the Atlantic Coast.

All right, you guys win. I am going to give in to the wishes of my loyal readers.

With all of the other fun stuff that comes with summer and hot weather, such as sweating, snakes and heatstroke, we get to deal with ticks.

Did you hear the latest? That line is sure to get attention at the water cooler, the barber shop and the gun store counter.

This is the time of year I am always going to get something in here about the cicada, or what some of us hillbillies call the jar fly.

Regular readers will recall that I sometimes refer to deer antlers as "horns" just to aggravate those who worry about such things.

I can't help but think how things would've been different for me if Dad hadn't taken me along when he went hunting from the time I was very small.

If we have dogs, whether they are hunting dogs or not, we all know they just do not live long enough. They just don't.

It takes money to manage wildlife, but sometimes the pursuit of it may not be the best thing for the critters or the hunters chasing them.

Well, summer may not be here officially, but lately the temperatures sure make it seem like that time of year already.
