June 30, 2021
July 26, 2021
Once Bitten, Twice Shy
No amount of adrenaline can staunch the flow of blood from a scope bitten forehead.
May 31, 2021
It’s a Sin to Kill a Mockingbird . . . Or Is It?
It was the last call he made that made me turn and run for the safety of civilization.
March 29, 2021
Banking Fire
That which once was wild within me is increasingly becoming domesticated.
March 15, 2021
Red Light, Green Light
I opened that window just in time to see the red glow of my trail camera's infrared flash.
March 1, 2021
“Don’t drink, smoke or chew . . .”
If her daddy owned a half section in the heart of big buck country, I'd have learned to love her.
February 15, 2021
“The Old Girl Had a Good Run.”
“That boat would sink with all the memories I had in it.”
February 8, 2021
