I sat a solid tripod of Biggie's one morning. He had generously offered us use of any of his stands with the caveat not to blow them in a bad wind. The wind switched towards the field at sunrise and I still hunted my way back to the camper.
View from Biggie's pod on plot #4
It started raining hard Wednesday night and we elected to pull out in the morning before the Georgia red mud got deep.
I had met Joe Coots (JC) in Texas on a Tradgang group hunt and thought he was special. A visit with his family - Miss Kim and sons Conner and Chase - confirmed my first impression. The best of southern hospitality, family values and humble gratitude for Gods gifts filled his log home and spread into the little valley around it.
I headed home on Thursday morning and made a stop at Rob Tattoo's new place in Tennessee to welcome him across the pond. A couple tanks of gas and few discs of books on tape and I was back in Iowa. Cold weather, limited bow hunting till gun season is over, and humming Georgia on My Mind.