Deer Camp

Sometime in the wee small hours of the Monday after Thanksgiving, I lay in my sleeping bag staring at the … More

Teach Me to Hunt?

The big buck and his does burst from the thick cover of greenbriar and cedar trees. The deer dashed at … More

“I only see 5 hits.” I stared at the giant piece of cardboard the range officer was referring to and … More

I finished shooting my last string of the last match of the GSSF indoor league and retracted my paper “tombstone” … More

As I sat eating a hot and delicious bowl of chili, a cold rain sluiced down on the metal roof … More

As I drove south on Route 61 just below Cabela’s near Hamburg, PA, I suddenly realized at least one major … More

I stood on the line, bow in hand, arrow nocked, fingers trembling on the handle of my release. The occasion … More

This isn’t going to be a cute little anecdote from life. There is nothing cute or funny about the recent … More

Bang! Bang! Clang! Bang! Clang! (Pete you are losing it. You already wrote that blog post.) But this was different. … More