May 31, 2021
It was the last call he made that made me turn and run for the safety of civilization.
March 29, 2021
That which once was wild within me is increasingly becoming domesticated.
September 7, 2020
I’ve known men to agonize more over naming a bird dog than naming their own children.
July 6, 2020
I was given a gift given in celebration of my birth, but it wasn't until the spring of my 44th year, this year, that I finally claimed it.
June 15, 2020
Like many hunters, I depend on the successes of spring to get me through summer. The memory of a dewy April morning often eases the misery of a scorching August afternoon.
June 8, 2020
The hens were still gossiping and the gobblers were still boasting when I stepped up to the pulpit, but they quieted quickly when I cleared my throat.
June 1, 2020
My first fleeting glimpse of a wild turkey had paralyzed me. Lord help me if I ever saw one up close.