At the risk of being redundant I thought I would share my own thoughts about Woody Coffee.
As an avid reader of GON magazine, I had no idea this place existed until friends I had met through GON directed me here. Upon arriving at the Home Page, I was addicted before even registering.
My registration led me on an odyssey from newbie, to member, to Moderator and now as an Administrator of this site. Along the way I met many new friends. The best of all was Woody.
The first time I met Woody was at his fabled hunt club - "Walkinshaw". Arowflinger had arranged a hog hunt and I attended, along with my son who was just a couple of months away from enlistment in the United States Marine Corps. This would be a special hunt for us.
We arrived on a hot steamy Friday evening after a late summer East Georgia thunderstorm. I went into the clubhouse and there in the dim glow of the fading light was Woody. It was like we had known each other for ages. His gentle welcoming manner made my son and I feel "at home" immediately.
We shared a few thoughts, Woody gave us the map and pointed out several spots most likely to produce a hog and we were off. Though we did not see a hog, the hunt was exceptional and a chance for my son and I to spend the very best of quality time together. At the end of the hunt, we once again gathered at the club house where Woody thanked me for "All you do" and we were on our way home.
Some months later I killed an outstanding 10 pointer. There was no doubt in my mind where he would go so off to Baldwin, GA I went. Upon arriving at Woody's Taxidermy I was met by Woody and Greg. Again, it was just like "Old Home Week". I was not just a customer. I was a welcomed friend. I could have stayed for hours, but had to go to work as did Woody ang Greg.
Now, that beautiful mount hangs on the wall at home and every time I walk past it, I will be reminded as much of Woody as the hunt.
Many of you have similar stories. There is another story that needs to be told that most of you are not aware of.
No man can know the full impact of his life on the people who's paths he crosses because he sees things only through his eyes, not those of the folks he meets. Woody started this place as a means to keep up with customers and friends, swap lies, and share successes and failures.
Today, the membership of this message board is crowding 29,000 people. It averages between 4-5,000 posts a day, 5-600 new threads a day, 4-5,000 members logged on each day and between 50-100 new members each day.
Those new members no longer come from just Georgia, Alabama, Florida, Tennessee and the Carolinas. We regularly approve new members from every state in the Union. Between last night and today, I have approved new members from Vermont, Maryland, Texas, Ohio, Montana and Washington state. I recently approved a new member from Australia.
As I said, no man can know the full impact of his life on others. Woody's reach extends far beyond Baldwin, GA. It touches people in almost all 50 states as well as at least one foreign country. I know of at least one member on whom he had a profound effect. That would be me.
Woody, You da' man!
As an avid reader of GON magazine, I had no idea this place existed until friends I had met through GON directed me here. Upon arriving at the Home Page, I was addicted before even registering.
My registration led me on an odyssey from newbie, to member, to Moderator and now as an Administrator of this site. Along the way I met many new friends. The best of all was Woody.
The first time I met Woody was at his fabled hunt club - "Walkinshaw". Arowflinger had arranged a hog hunt and I attended, along with my son who was just a couple of months away from enlistment in the United States Marine Corps. This would be a special hunt for us.
We arrived on a hot steamy Friday evening after a late summer East Georgia thunderstorm. I went into the clubhouse and there in the dim glow of the fading light was Woody. It was like we had known each other for ages. His gentle welcoming manner made my son and I feel "at home" immediately.
We shared a few thoughts, Woody gave us the map and pointed out several spots most likely to produce a hog and we were off. Though we did not see a hog, the hunt was exceptional and a chance for my son and I to spend the very best of quality time together. At the end of the hunt, we once again gathered at the club house where Woody thanked me for "All you do" and we were on our way home.
Some months later I killed an outstanding 10 pointer. There was no doubt in my mind where he would go so off to Baldwin, GA I went. Upon arriving at Woody's Taxidermy I was met by Woody and Greg. Again, it was just like "Old Home Week". I was not just a customer. I was a welcomed friend. I could have stayed for hours, but had to go to work as did Woody ang Greg.
Now, that beautiful mount hangs on the wall at home and every time I walk past it, I will be reminded as much of Woody as the hunt.
Many of you have similar stories. There is another story that needs to be told that most of you are not aware of.
No man can know the full impact of his life on the people who's paths he crosses because he sees things only through his eyes, not those of the folks he meets. Woody started this place as a means to keep up with customers and friends, swap lies, and share successes and failures.
Today, the membership of this message board is crowding 29,000 people. It averages between 4-5,000 posts a day, 5-600 new threads a day, 4-5,000 members logged on each day and between 50-100 new members each day.
Those new members no longer come from just Georgia, Alabama, Florida, Tennessee and the Carolinas. We regularly approve new members from every state in the Union. Between last night and today, I have approved new members from Vermont, Maryland, Texas, Ohio, Montana and Washington state. I recently approved a new member from Australia.
As I said, no man can know the full impact of his life on others. Woody's reach extends far beyond Baldwin, GA. It touches people in almost all 50 states as well as at least one foreign country. I know of at least one member on whom he had a profound effect. That would be me.
Woody, You da' man!
