March 19, 2012
By Curt Wells
Campfire At Washout Creek
Well, here we go — my first entry into the outdoor blogosphere. Yeah, I know that's not a real word but that kind of thing is legal here on the web, isn't it?
In this space will run a somewhat inconsistent helping of rants, philosophical soapbox sermons, updates on timely issues pertinent to the bowhunting community, and — occasionally — some superfluous foolishness. After all, bowhunting is supposed to be fun isn't it?
One thing this digital format affords me is the opportunity to instantaneously comment on newsworthy, spur-of-the-moment items of interest. Or, if I think of something ill-suited for space in Bowhunter Magazine , I can quickly get it off my chest right here. Or, if I feel the need to clarify or defend something that appeared in our publication or on our television show, this is one place I can respond quickly.
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The inconsistency will occur during those times when I'm off bowhunting somewhere, otherwise known as "business trips" as far as my wife is concerned. I'll send in blogs from the field whenever possible but from time-to-time I find myself in remote places where I can escape€¦er, I mean€¦where the necessary technology isn't available.
What do I need from you? You have the easy part. Just stop in often to see what's happening. Then respond. Certainly, there will be times when you'll think my quiver's only half full. Maybe you'll vehemently disagree with me and feel the need to respond. Fine. Draw and take your best shot. See if I jump the string.
On the other hand, if you agree or have something to add, please do so. The dissidents among us are always most vocal but we love all feedback, negative as well as positive, so don't be shy, whatever you think. All we ask is that you show some class and keep it civilized. We need a little more class in the bowhunting community, don't you think?
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I'm not sure when my first "real" blog will pop in here. Probably soon. I'm a busy guy and I'm also old enough to resist change without fear of retribution. But, like that well-used elk wallow that's always in the same meadow every September, I'll be here either reading your comments or stirring up the mud. Hope you can join me — and spread the word.
