November 20, 2020
My taxidermist is cooler than your taxidermist.
November 16, 2020 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 He’s definitely aging better than I am, but the truth is, neither one of us is getting any younger.
November 2, 2020 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 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 doesn’t mean that you missed an opportunity. It means that you earned yourself a better one.
October 16, 2020 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 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 We come from all walks of life but those walks are all taken in the same pair of broken-in boots.