
The Hatchback Buck
The new car smell in that Civic was long gone. Continue reading The Hatchback Buck
The new car smell in that Civic was long gone. Continue reading The Hatchback Buck
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
If Peter Hathaway Capstick stretched the truth, he was only doing what we hunters do; he just did it better. Continue reading Peter Hathaway Capstick: The Best of the Worst of Us
No amount of adrenaline can staunch the flow of blood from a scope bitten forehead. Continue reading Once Bitten, Twice Shy
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
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
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
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. Continue reading Checking In