March 29, 2021
That which once was wild within me is increasingly becoming domesticated.
March 8, 2021
Why don't we slip on the mad scientist's lab coat and design the Frankenstein's monster of all whitetails?
March 1, 2021
If her daddy owned a half section in the heart of big buck country, I'd have learned to love her.
February 8, 2021
As I mature, I’m figuring out that the gift of a long box isn’t just the gift of a gun. It’s the gift of anticipation and expectation.
December 21, 2020
That sixteen point, seven and a half year old sovereign of the Oklahoma hardwoods is wearing a Santa hat at present.
December 14, 2020
Was rattling a buck in with his own antlers even an ethical tactic to attempt?
December 7, 2020
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.
November 30, 2020
I began to question whether or not my burdens might finally be too heavy for Mother Nature to bear.