July 27, 2020
"Then the host of the event paid for a shoulder mount because I'm way too poor and we turned that deer into six months’ worth of tasty dishes."
July 13, 2020
Here’s to the landowners that graciously allow us to chase our dreams across their fences.
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 29, 2020
It finally struck me that my son is finding his way in a world that is actively pressuring him to steer clear of the very things I hold dear.
June 26, 2020
I don't know that a memory of taking two bucks would be as sweet as the memory of my son's reaction.
June 22, 2020
By and large, my offseason is reserved for another pastime. The offseason, for me, is a time for dreaming.
June 19, 2020
That final trip was one of the best outings I've ever had on the water.
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 12, 2020
The first taste of my first kill was all it took to convince me to return for seconds.