Here in Texas such farming duties erupt as early as February when the weather permits, and by early March we have disced, plowed, planted and dragged all our tillable acreage for optimal wildlife habitat enhancement and support and overall agriculture production concerns.

The same exciting and stimulating tradition will be well underway on our Michigan family hunting grounds any week now, and no matter where you live in North America, such hands-on participation in the pulse of spring will cleanse the soul

The natural aroma of turned earth is nostril flaring heaven to me, and I can only pity the poor souls that have never taken part in such organic springtime rituals.

Checking my daily trapline, taking the dogs squirrel hunting, shooting crows, working on feeders, tidying up the deerblinds, tweaking watercrossings, trapping and killing hogs, feeding, catching and eating fresh fish, and of course the ultimate joys of fooling, ambushing, killing and eating wild turkeys is as springtime as springtime gets.

Another call of the springtime wild is the fun of shed hunting, as the discovery of a dropped antler can and will teach us much about the condition of our herds, the movement of late season bucks, and just the thrill of grabbing a fistful of the mystical headbone of the stags of our dreams.

Here in Texas, with wild hog populations exploding all over the state, and the proliferation of exotic big game species, continues year-round hunting is endless.

In just a few days I will head to South Texas to kill as many wild pigs as I possibly can with my M4 machinegun from a helicopter, providing thrills like no other and the best organic pork known to mankind.