We’re Going to Isny!
A premium rifle and a trip to Isny, Germany, hadn’t been on my Christmas list. Continue reading We’re Going to Isny!
A premium rifle and a trip to Isny, Germany, hadn’t been on my Christmas list. Continue reading We’re Going to Isny!
If I did see an elk, would I shoot, knowing that my bullet might not have enough punch to knock him down? Continue reading “If You See an Elk, Shoot It!”
That sixteen point, seven and a half year old sovereign of the Oklahoma hardwoods is wearing a Santa hat at present. Continue reading Long Live the King
Was rattling a buck in with his own antlers even an ethical tactic to attempt? Continue reading Clear Conscience
Whether our hunt was successful or not, every trip to the deer woods in my youth was wrapped up with a stop at Lee’s Texaco Station in Horntown, Oklahoma. Continue reading Checking In
I began to question whether or not my burdens might finally be too heavy for Mother Nature to bear. Continue reading Bearing Burdens
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