Mournful Echoes
I had just calmed my breathing and corralled my heart rate, convinced that my eyes were playing tricks on me, when the jake began to speak. Continue reading Mournful Echoes
I had just calmed my breathing and corralled my heart rate, convinced that my eyes were playing tricks on me, when the jake began to speak. Continue reading Mournful Echoes
My dad’s meticulous nature is most clearly seen in September when we sight in our rifles. The procedure is set in stone and never wavers, almost ritualistic in its approach. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Kevin Wright
One of the most important lessons I learned from my father was to find an old man to teach me what I didn’t know. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Matt Foster
I pulled the trigger on my twelve gauge when he was just seventeen yards away, partly because he was well within range but mostly because I was sick of listening to him. Continue reading Talking Turkey
When everything does come together, though, it’s the near misses that make success taste so sweet. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Eric Shepley
It’s every family man’s dilemma and perhaps the most interesting of ironies that we regularly neglect our families for work, but not for play – not for the time away and the experiences that could actually make us better husbands and fathers. Continue reading The Bearing Tree