If I could cross the open ground in front of me without being spotted, I might still have a chance. If not, I would have wasted three hours of afternoon and three hundred feet of elevation. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Andy Brazle
I had just calmed my breathing and corralled my heart rate, convinced that my eyes were playing tricks on me, when the jake began to speak. Continue reading Mournful Echoes
I pulled the trigger on my twelve gauge when he was just seventeen yards away, partly because he was well within range but mostly because I was sick of listening to him. Continue reading Talking Turkey
It’s every family man’s dilemma and perhaps the most interesting of ironies that we regularly neglect our families for work, but not for play – not for the time away and the experiences that could actually make us better husbands and fathers. Continue reading The Bearing Tree
Wright Outdoors 