May 31, 2021
Category: Small Game
March 29, 2021
Banking Fire
That which once was wild within me is increasingly becoming domesticated.
February 15, 2021
“The Old Girl Had a Good Run.”
“That boat would sink with all the memories I had in it.”
September 7, 2020
That Dog’ll Hunt
I’ve known men to agonize more over naming a bird dog than naming their own children.
July 6, 2020
Birthright
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
What’s in a Memory?
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
Altar Call
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
Wild Turkey Jamboree
My first fleeting glimpse of a wild turkey had paralyzed me. Lord help me if I ever saw one up close.
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