I'm a Texas girl. By the very nature of that statement, it pretty much means time spent outdoors. Camping~ I've done it all my life. Days on end spent soaking up the sun at the lake~check. Outdoor rodeos and bull rides~spent thousands of hours enjoying them. But spending time sitting in a musty, dusty 4'x4'…
Looking for Sheds
Sheds are not little building used for storage. No. At deer camp, the vernacular totally changes. Words don't mean what you think. Sheds (n.) discarded horns that fall off the deer's head. This happens sometime between the 'rut' and the end of deer season. Looking for sheds is pretty similar to searching for a needle…
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me! No really, thank you! I know your time is limited and you are super busy and I appreciate you choosing to spend your time here to read my ramblings of things I've learned while being in the middle of nowhere, not caring that I don't have on makeup, because what happens…
~Howdy~
Welcome. You must be wondering what a deer camp confessional is. It's the culmination of many days and nights dragged to the deer camp so my husband can pursue his passion, which consists of communing with nature--or rather trekking through snake-infested land crawling with centipedes, a few ticks and wild hogs that would rather run…
Deer Camp Confessional 
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