Checking In
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. Continue reading Checking In
Tag: whitetail deer
Bearing Burdens
I began to question whether or not my burdens might finally be too heavy for Mother Nature to bear. Continue reading Bearing Burdens
Fact or Fiction?
Early November brought a new buck by my camera. Subway could’ve run a special on the length of his G-2s. Continue reading Fact or Fiction?
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
Sacred Ground
We come from all walks of life but those walks are all taken in the same pair of broken-in boots. Continue reading Sacred Ground
That’s Me In His Arms
He still claims it was the best shot he ever made on a deer. Continue reading That’s Me In His Arms
Wright Outdoors 