July 26, 2021
No amount of adrenaline can staunch the flow of blood from a scope bitten forehead.
March 29, 2021
That which once was wild within me is increasingly becoming domesticated.
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 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.
November 23, 2020
We were the best of friends this summer, I mean, absolutely inseparable. But then the temperature dropped and the leaves turned and everything changed.
November 16, 2020
Early November brought a new buck by my camera. Subway could’ve run a special on the length of his G-2s.