July 26, 2021
No amount of adrenaline can staunch the flow of blood from a scope bitten forehead.
March 15, 2021
I opened that window just in time to see the red glow of my trail camera's infrared flash.
March 1, 2021
If her daddy owned a half section in the heart of big buck country, I'd have learned to love her.
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 14, 2020
Was rattling a buck in with his own antlers even an ethical tactic to attempt?
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.