
Bearing Burdens
I began to question whether or not my burdens might finally be too heavy for Mother Nature to bear. Continue reading Bearing Burdens
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
Early November brought a new buck by my camera. Subway could’ve run a special on the length of his G-2s. Continue reading Fact or Fiction?
He’s definitely aging better than I am, but the truth is, neither one of us is getting any younger. Continue reading Raincheck
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. Continue reading No Deductions Here
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. Continue reading Six Inch Spike
Tag Soup doesn’t mean that you missed an opportunity. It means that you earned yourself a better one. Continue reading Tag Soup
I’d spent 24 hours in a stand. I was sore. I was hungry. I was tired. But I got my bear. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Kenny Prather
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. Continue reading Eating Like Kings