Of Elk and Ethics
For three straight years, I wondered about my integrity as a sportsman. Continue reading Of Elk and Ethics
For three straight years, I wondered about my integrity as a sportsman. Continue reading Of Elk and Ethics
The new car smell in that Civic was long gone. Continue reading The Hatchback Buck
Fully mature, block headed and barrel chested, the buck looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. Continue reading Blood Trail
Never has the phrase ‘deer in the headlights’ been more fitting. Except that it applied to me, not the buck. Continue reading Hunter in the Headlights
If Peter Hathaway Capstick stretched the truth, he was only doing what we hunters do; he just did it better. Continue reading Peter Hathaway Capstick: The Best of the Worst of Us
No amount of adrenaline can staunch the flow of blood from a scope bitten forehead. Continue reading Once Bitten, Twice Shy
It was the last call he made that made me turn and run for the safety of civilization. Continue reading It’s a Sin to Kill a Mockingbird. Or Is It?
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
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.”