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.
May 25, 2020 Rumors of his existence were almost as rare as sightings, and because the few that did catch a glimpse of him were afraid to admit it lest they be counted crazy, most men lived in the bliss of ignorance.