
Blood Trail
Fully mature, block headed and barrel chested, the buck looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. Continue reading Blood Trail
Fully mature, block headed and barrel chested, the buck looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. Continue reading Blood Trail
Never has the phrase ‘deer in the headlights’ been more fitting. Except that it applied to me, not the buck. Continue reading Hunter in the Headlights
It took a trip to Germany and a conversation with a man who’s hunted all over the world to make me realize just how blessed I am to be a sportsman in Oklahoma. Continue reading An Embarrassment of Opportunities
Why not slip on the mad scientist’s lab coat and design the Frankenstein’s monster of all whitetails? Continue reading Personal Preference
That which once was wild within me is increasingly becoming domesticated. Continue reading Banking Fire
If her daddy owned a half section in the heart of big buck country, I’d have learned to love her. Continue reading “Don’t drink, smoke or chew . . .”
The sun may be setting on a brilliant hunting career, but as hunters well know, those last few rays of sunlight, those final moments before darkness falls – well, that’s the magic hour. Continue reading The Magic Hour
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. Continue reading The Long Box
The kind offer from a good friend will never be forgotten. Continue reading A Favor Returned
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