Obviously, anytime a show airs on "Realtree Outdoors" highlighting my hunting exploits with my 15-year-old son, Tyler, it is an episode that is special to me.
Just above Columbus, Ga., in what is considered to be the Piedmont Region characterized by rolling pine ridges and hardwood hills and bottoms, is where I grew up hunting with my dad and friends. It is in the very same county that I now teach Tyler to hunt and fish.
While I am blessed to travel all over North America to hunt, there is nothing closer to my heart than hunting close to home. I can sense the circle coming back as I get older. I even envision Tyler teaching his children how to hunt on the same ridges one day.
Sure, I get to experience fabulous deer hunting in places such as Iowa, Kansas and Montana, and yes, the chances of encountering a "record book" buck in Georgia are slim, but I still absolutely love to match wits with a big, mature whitetail in the Peach State.
When it comes to turkeys, well, Georgia is now home to a very, very healthy turkey population and its not uncommon to hear four or five longbeards gobbling on a clear, still spring morning. Do they come to the call everytime? No way. But just to lean my back up against and share a big ol' white oak tree with Tyler is something I cherish more and I can't even explain.