I’ve sat on my deer stand several times this season; I’ve put a fat doe in the freezer and have seen quite a few does, yearlings and one nice buck. Today, I enjoy deer hunting but chasing venison has not always been my passion.
When I was growing up, there were no deer to hunt. I spent most of my hours outdoors sneaking up on squirrels or jump-shooting squealer ducks.
That all changed in the late 1960s when my job transferred me to Homer in Claiborne Parish.
It was there I met James O. “Jim” White.
We attended church together and it didn’t take