
Banking Fire
That which once was wild within me is increasingly becoming domesticated. Continue reading Banking Fire
That which once was wild within me is increasingly becoming domesticated. Continue reading Banking Fire
I opened that window just in time to see the red glow of my trail camera’s infrared flash. Continue reading Red Light, Green Light
If her daddy owned a half section in the heart of big buck country, I’d have learned to love her. Continue reading “Don’t drink, smoke or chew . . .”
The sun may be setting on a brilliant hunting career, but as hunters well know, those last few rays of sunlight, those final moments before darkness falls – well, that’s the magic hour. Continue reading The Magic Hour
“That boat would sink with all the memories I had in it.” Continue reading “The Old Girl Had a Good Run.”
As I mature, I’m figuring out that the gift of a long box isn’t just the gift of a gun. It’s the gift of anticipation and expectation. Continue reading The Long Box
The kind offer from a good friend will never be forgotten. Continue reading A Favor Returned
Gun manufacturers say nothing about inspiring dreams in the hearts of aspiring hunters. That’s because Daisy has the monopoly on the market. Continue reading My First Gun Was a Daisy
Burris Optics is finding what matters – because they’re out on the ranges and ridges looking for it. Continue reading Burris Optics: Finding What Matters
A premium rifle and a trip to Isny, Germany, hadn’t been on my Christmas list. Continue reading We’re Going to Isny!