This year is my 15th season of hunting. After taking a trophy buck last year, and with Nolan turning 13 this year, I wanted to make it all about him. So for the first time I didn’t even take a gun into the woods with me on Opening Morning. I gave him the lead and put him in front with my old .30/.30. I became the eyes in the back of his head and was the official grunt caller. Nolan is still working on how to step quietly in the woods, but for the most part he is quickly becoming a good hunter with the patience to sit still. The deer weren’t very kind to us this weekend, but the weather was beautiful on Saturday and typical for November on Sunday. The Corn family, our friends from Madison County, came up again this year and hung out with the rest of my family of hunters. As usual Mom, Natalie and the kids came over to Mom’s old home place on McGlone Creek and joined us with a crock pot of vegetable soup.

There’s nothing like opening morning, on the second Saturday in November.
I even have dreams during the year about that first day break.

Day break on my Uncle John Fred’s portion of the family farm on McGlone Creek in Carter County.

The sun light spills out of the sky

Even if it hadn’t been opening morning, it was still a beautiful morning to be sitting quietly and peacefully in the woods.

5 a.m. came a little too early for Nolan. Good thing that Daddy has his back.

The Corn girls play a game of Corn Hole

Jerry & Mac McGlone

Laura and Emmy Corn, with Nolan the fire tamer in the background.

Mom and her brother Paul McGlone

Mac with his Daddy Jeff McGlone

Nolan, with Jack & Lisa Corn

Nolan and his .30/.30