Once Bitten, Twice Shy
No amount of adrenaline can staunch the flow of blood from a scope bitten forehead. Continue reading Once Bitten, Twice Shy
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.”
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!
If I did see an elk, would I shoot, knowing that my bullet might not have enough punch to knock him down? Continue reading “If You See an Elk, Shoot It!”
That sixteen point, seven and a half year old sovereign of the Oklahoma hardwoods is wearing a Santa hat at present. Continue reading Long Live the King