My sto­ry began 35 years ago in back­woods and back­wa­ters of Booger Bot­tom, Geor­gia. No crowds, strip malls or con­crete jun­gles there. Just a heck of a lot of places for a young kid to get dirty, get into trou­ble and grow up coun­try – the kind of place where a boy can be a boy and not wor­ry one bit about the fast pace of city life. Man, we need more places like that these days, huh?

Like the old say­ing goes, I’m South­ern by birth and red­neck by the grace of God. If I ever get a tat­too, that’s def­i­nite­ly what it’ll say. I’m coun­try through and through. I dig twangy music and old school South­ern rock. I like my steaks south­ern fried, my hash­browns scat­tered, smoth­ered ‘n cov­ered and my tea sweet and stout. Real stout – the kind you can dang near cut with a knife – just like my Grand Mam­ma used to make. I’m a gui­tar pickin’, blue jeans wearin’, back­strap grillin’ good ol’ boy who was born to hunt. If it gob­bles, quacks, bugles or grunts, chances are I’ve chased it more than a time or two. Drop­pin’ the ham­mer and closin’ the cof­fin on any­thing with antlers, feath­ers or fur just nev­er gets old. I bet you know exact­ly what I’m talkin’ about.

Michael will be at the 2020 Out­door News Deer & Turkey Clas­sic on Fri­day, March 13 and Sat­ur­day, March 14th. Plan accord­ing­ly to meet him!