The Hatchback Buck
The new car smell in that Civic was long gone. Continue reading The Hatchback Buck
Tag: north american whitetail
Personal Preference
Why not slip on the mad scientist’s lab coat and design the Frankenstein’s monster of all whitetails? Continue reading Personal Preference
Clear Conscience
Was rattling a buck in with his own antlers even an ethical tactic to attempt? Continue reading Clear Conscience
Raincheck
He’s definitely aging better than I am, but the truth is, neither one of us is getting any younger. Continue reading Raincheck
No Deductions Here
Looking like he’d been painted into the wood line, framed in brown oak and matted in green pine, the buck was mature and majestic. Continue reading No Deductions Here
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
Tag Soup doesn’t mean that you missed an opportunity. It means that you earned yourself a better one. Continue reading Tag Soup
Eating Like Kings
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
Wright Outdoors 