What’s in a Memory?
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. Continue reading What’s in a Memory?
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. Continue reading What’s in a Memory?
The first taste of my first kill was all it took to convince me to return for seconds. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Alan Gower
Joey Campos didn’t grow up hunting, but he’s more than made up for lost time. Most of my youth was … Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Joey Campos
“I meant exactly what I said,” replied the host bluntly. “There’s first love. There’s first hate, too.” Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: First Hate
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. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Andy Brazle
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. Continue reading Mournful Echoes
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. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Kevin Wright
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. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Matt Foster
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. Continue reading Talking Turkey
When everything does come together, though, it’s the near misses that make success taste so sweet. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Eric Shepley