November 20, 2020
November 23, 2020
The Party’s Over
We were the best of friends this summer, I mean, absolutely inseparable. But then the temperature dropped and the leaves turned and everything changed.
November 16, 2020
Fact or Fiction?
Early November brought a new buck by my camera. Subway could’ve run a special on the length of his G-2s.
November 9, 2020
Raincheck
He’s definitely aging better than I am, but the truth is, neither one of us is getting any younger.
November 2, 2020
No Deductions Here
Looking like he’d been painted into the wood line, framed in brown oak and matted in green pine, the buck was mature and majestic.
October 26, 2020
Six Inch Spike
My daughter’s all grown up now, driving cars and dating boys and preparing for college. But that six inch spike will always remind me of the little girl I took to the woods one November afternoon.
October 19, 2020
Tag Soup
Tag Soup doesn’t mean that you missed an opportunity. It means that you earned yourself a better one.
October 16, 2020
Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Kenny Prather
I’d spent 24 hours in a stand. I was sore. I was hungry. I was tired. But I got my bear.
October 12, 2020
Eating Like Kings
Sherman’s been dead for years now, but I still drive by his house after I shoot a deer, wishing he’d answer my knock, wishing I could see his eyes light up when he spotted the blood smeared across my knuckles.
October 5, 2020
