
“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. Continue reading “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. 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
The kind offer from a good friend will never be forgotten. Continue reading A Favor Returned
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
Was rattling a buck in with his own antlers even an ethical tactic to attempt? Continue reading Clear Conscience
Whether our hunt was successful or not, every trip to the deer woods in my youth was wrapped up with a stop at Lee’s Texaco Station in Horntown, Oklahoma. Continue reading Checking In
I began to question whether or not my burdens might finally be too heavy for Mother Nature to bear. Continue reading Bearing Burdens
We were the best of friends this summer, I mean, absolutely inseparable. But then the temperature dropped and the leaves turned and everything changed. Continue reading The Party’s Over
My taxidermist is cooler than your taxidermist. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Bill Newman