Six Inch Spike
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
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
Tag Soup doesn’t mean that you missed an opportunity. It means that you earned yourself a better one. Continue reading Tag Soup
Sherman’s been dead for years now, but I still drive by his house after I shoot a deer, wishing he’d answer my knock, wishing I could see his eyes light up when he spotted the blood smeared across my knuckles. Continue reading Eating Like Kings
He still claims it was the best shot he ever made on a deer. Continue reading That’s Me In His Arms
Because stories are meant to be shared. And hunts are meant to be celebrated. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared
Go ahead, build the knife of your dreams. Live happily ever after. Continue reading DiamondBlade Knives: A Hunter’s Best Friend
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
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
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