June 1, 2020 My first fleeting glimpse of a wild turkey had paralyzed me. Lord help me if I ever saw one up close.
May 29, 2020 "I meant exactly what I said," replied the host bluntly. "There’s first love. There’s first hate, too."
May 25, 2020 Rumors of his existence were almost as rare as sightings, and because the few that did catch a glimpse of him were afraid to admit it lest they be counted crazy, most men lived in the bliss of ignorance.
May 22, 2020 If I could cross the open ground in front of me without being spotted, I might still have a chance. If not, I would have wasted three hours of afternoon and three hundred feet of elevation.
May 18, 2020 I had just calmed my breathing and corralled my heart rate, convinced that my eyes were playing tricks on me, when the jake began to speak.
May 15, 2020 My dad’s meticulous nature is most clearly seen in September when we sight in our rifles. The procedure is set in stone and never wavers, almost ritualistic in its approach.
May 11, 2020 Here in Oklahoma, we listen to classic country. Country-and-western country. Willie-and-Waylon-and-the-boys country. So do the birds we hunt.
May 8, 2020 One of the most important lessons I learned from my father was to find an old man to teach me what I didn’t know.
May 4, 2020 I pulled the trigger on my twelve gauge when he was just seventeen yards away, partly because he was well within range but mostly because I was sick of listening to him.