Questions
By DaWayne Spires

I walked barefoot on the beach just moments before dawn with the wet sand scrunching up between my toes. I heard the stars say their last farewells as the sun touched the horizon with magenta, orange, and blue. The tapestry of the coming day had begun to be woven before me as I began to realize that I lack the ability to comprehend the simplistic beauty of what was unfolding before my eyes.

“Who made this?” I asked.
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Still Hunting like it was Yesterday
By DaWayne Spires

David was an old school kind of guy. He was a hard working man who was honest to a fault. David was a person of passion. His passions ran from college football to women with too much luggage to smooth jazz on rainy nights, but perhaps the one thing he was most passionate about was the outdoors. A self-taught outdoorsman, David was never happier when he was scouting a new tract of land or matching wits with a wily old buck. Through the years, he acquired quite a reputation as the man with all the deer hunting answers, a deer whisperer of sorts.
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When Nature Calls
By DaWayne Spires

 If you are an outdoors person of any sort, sooner or later, the need to answer nature’s call while enjoying outdoor activities will have to be addressed. Being an avid hunter, I have had to address this situation on a regular basis. One would think that such a natural act would be easily handled. For the most part the answer would be yes, but this is not a perfect world. As in all things in life, there are always exceptions. I sampled a very small section of the public; asking them about problems about going to the bathroom in the outdoors. I was overwhelmed by the response I received. It seems that it is not quite as easy as it appears.
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Keeping Pace with Steve Cobb
By DaWayne Spires

            Union, South Carolina is a quiet little town in the upstate that flows as peaceful and unhindered as its neighbor, the Tyger River. The people of Union do not let the worries of the world today conflict with the way they live their lives. The only worry most folks have is finding a parking space at the Friday night football games. In Union, there is time for everything, and everything has its own time. They believe this is God’s country and it was made to be shared with family and friends. The folks of Union have never met a stranger. Everyone has a pace all their own that dictates their life, except maybe Steve Cobb. The steam rolling 42 year old employee of the United States Forest Service is wide open compared to most folks in Union. His zest for life touches more than just his everyday routine; it is rooted deep in his love for the outdoors. Being a six-time S.C. state turkey calling champion and the current S.C. State Chapter President of the National Wild Turkey Federation are just a few of the ways Steve’s intense love of the outdoors has manifested itself.
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I Can’t Whisper
By DaWayne Spires

Looking at DaWayne, the outdoorsman, in relationship to my accomplishments in the great outdoors, I find am not without merit. I proudly display a trophy buck on my office wall. The year after the dam burst at Lake Blackshear and everyone said that there were no fish in the lake; I took my largest bass, a fat eight and half pounder. I have successfully hunted piney wood rooters with nothing but my pistol. Dove and quail have both found their way in to my game pouch on trips afield in the fall. Unfortunately there is a deficiency in my outdoors resume; a deficiency that has been explained to me in no uncertain terms. The missing element on my resume is the wild turkey. My problem in the obtaining this missing element is that I can’t whisper. 
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