This will eventually be a site that covers all outdoor stuff. I am starting with my love, which is hunting. Hunting has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. There are years of hunting memories in my head, I guess it's easy to assume I hunt simply because I am happy when I am one with nature.

I have not had the luck to get that monster buck yet. It is a goal I set for myself every year. The months before bow season starts I hope for the chance to see that monster white tail. I see shows and wonder why that can't be me. I wonder if buck fever will hit me and make me miss the opportunity.

I enjoy hunting many animals, the word "hunting" is always synonymous in my mind to "whitetail hunting," and so as my addiction has grown, it has become entrenched in the world of hunting North America's most sought after big game animal.

As I've grown as a person and a hunter I began to ask myself just what it is I love so much about deer hunting. My reasons never differed from what anyone else might say: We love hunting because it is time with friends, time with family, time in the outdoors. A few years ago I tried getting my wife into the sport I love. The first year I got her to go with me, meant the world to me. To have her get involved in something that I cherished so much. Of course she did not get anything that first bow season and like most others she gave up. Excuses came and she loaned out all of her equipment to my nephew. A few years later were now in 2009 and I get my chance again. We joined a hunt club this year as a couple, nothing much, we don't have the money to join those fancy clubs, but at least we have somewhere to go. Every year I hope I get that monster buck, but this year I hope more that she can get her first buck.

We find a connection with nature, with the game we hunt, and with God. It's time to relax, get away from the cell phone and computer screen, a time to challenge ourselves in a new way. There's also the anticipation of the hunt, never knowing what's just over the hill or coming down the trail, and the flow of adrenaline that surges through our veins when we finally lay eyes on an approaching deer.

It's more than just a recreation; it's become necessary for my survival. How so? It runs through my veins, fused to the very blood that keeps me alive. It's almost as if it is genetic, a requirement demanded of me by my very DNA that cannot be denied. Maybe it's the small amount of Cherokee that remains in my blood.

Ancient tribes and societies of humans lived in much more rustic times than we do today. Before the days of modern firearms, steel knives, and GPS devices, the dangers of hunting were compounded. Despite the extreme danger, people hunted.

I sometimes wonder why hunt. What draws me to this spectacular sport? For one, we need meat. If you think about it humans are built to hunt. We have exceptional abilities for navigation, map reading, and precisely hurling objects like spears. We have only had guns and high power bows for most of our existence, so our ability to walk many miles and kill animals with more primitive tools was essential. Our ability to walk many miles a day was essential to a successful hunt.

Sharing the hunt and meat claimed was also a vital part of our existence. A single hunter, even a great hunter, isn't successful at harvesting game on every hunt. But as a group, many hunters together can be successful almost daily.

In light of the pages of evidence I sifted through that suggests hunting big game has been vital to our survival, I have finally found what explains to me my insatiable urge to take to the tree stand every fall.

It doesn't save me money, it isn't as safe or reliable as driving to the grocery store, and I endure harsher conditions than I do for any other activity I do all year long.

Hunting in America has been labeled "recreation," but it is much more than that to me - it's an undying passion passed down to me from thousands of generations of great hunters before me. It burns in my soul, only growing more out of control every fall. It's more than just something I learned from my dad; in fact, I'm pretty sure if you checked my blood, you'd find even my DNA has antlers.

Now let's go to my hunting hero's They consist Michael Waddell, Lee and Tiffany Lakowski, and Ted Nugent.

"Uncle Ted" said it best "There are more animal's killed per salad then per hunt". Ted does so much for the hunting world.

Thank you for coming to my page, this Mossbacks hunting site is still under construction. This will eventually be a site that I hope hunters can come to and share there hunts, stories and photos

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