It was the last call he made that made me turn and run for the safety of civilization.
Tag: turkey hunting
Banking Fire
That which once was wild within me is increasingly becoming domesticated.
Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared
Because stories are meant to be shared. And hunts are meant to be celebrated.
Birthright
I was given a gift given in celebration of my birth, but it wasn’t until the spring of my 44th year, this year, that I finally claimed it.
What’s in a Memory?
Like many hunters, I depend on the successes of spring to get me through summer. The memory of a dewy April morning often eases the misery of a scorching August afternoon.
Altar Call
The hens were still gossiping and the gobblers were still boasting when I stepped up to the pulpit, but they quieted quickly when I cleared my throat.
Wright Outdoors 