<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Wellworn Southern]]></title><description><![CDATA[Living the Southern Experience, One Story at a Time]]></description><link>https://www.wellwornsouthern.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2026 03:54:21 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.wellwornsouthern.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Southern Duck Hunting ]]></title><link>https://www.wellwornsouthern.com/post/southern-duck-hunting</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a8740901ba312f5c1a35643</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2026 22:46:23 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Curt &amp; Donna Snider</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lessons from the Pit]]></title><description><![CDATA[We live in a microwave world. Everything fast, everything now. Whole hog barbecue is the opposite of that - the fire is honest, you can't rush it, and you can't fake it. That's the whole appeal. It's why most folks call whole hog the pinnacle of the barbecue world; the hours, the technique, the slow rendering of meat over smoke. It's not just cooking. It's a discipline. Every region does barbecue its own way, but the goal is the same everywhere - meat so tender it takes hours to earn. The...]]></description><link>https://www.wellwornsouthern.com/post/lessons-from-the-pit</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6aad55b64e673df44add4103</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2026 15:54:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/81802e_5b93d4b7f11e4360a583b72cc2b36e18~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Curt &amp; Donna Snider</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Southern Duck Hunting]]></title><description><![CDATA[A Duck Hunting Story — Heritage, Conservation, and What Gets Passed Down   This is probably where my trust issues started, if I'm honest — young enough that I still remember it clear as day. Dad hands me the 12-gauge; mind you, this wasn't one of the newfangled shock-absorbing shotguns you buy today. This was an old A5 Browning made in Belgium. I asked, “Is it gonna kick?” “Nah,” he said. I slowly squeezed the trigger, and the explosion sent me stumbling backwards, fighting just to stay on my...]]></description><link>https://www.wellwornsouthern.com/post/where-the-day-meets-the-night</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a8745d4a474e2c461f96df8</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 19:14:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/81802e_4d0aeaa4864243cb8bdeff9fd2519045~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Curt &amp; Donna Snider</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Take Me Out to the Ballgame]]></title><description><![CDATA[A Day at Truist Park, the Battery, and everything that makes baseball feel like home The moment you walk through those gates, something shifts. Maybe it's the smell of the freshly cut grass, or the hot dogs and possibly the beer; it is so sharp and clear that it almost does not feel real. Maybe it's the afternoon light as it filters the bright gold throughout the ballpark. Whatever it is, Truist Park and the Battery have a way of reaching right into your chest and squeezing something loose...]]></description><link>https://www.wellwornsouthern.com/post/take-me-out-to-the-ballgame</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a78ed682dc76a37da44de65</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2026 22:15:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/81802e_0cc1c0238ad249d2b8e3a5d068123961~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Curt &amp; Donna Snider</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>