Pine Knot Outdoors: A clearcut rendezvous gone by the wayside

A couple of nagging health issues have kept me out of the whitetail woods and off the newly formed ice. I have to rely on the stories of others or think back to hunts of the past to keep me sane, knowing bucks and bluegills are out cruising.

Some of my earliest hunting memories revolve around my brother Bruce taking me under his wing. We covered a lot of ground chasing grouse and woodcock in the fall, and speedy cottontail and snowshoe rabbits in the winter.

He took me deer hunting just once.

I stared at Bruce’s boots as we worked our way up the logging road. Small puddles gathered in the deep...