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

As my truck wound along the narrow country road, brown oak leaves skittered across the crown and hung up in … More

On an October Saturday morning 50 years ago, drops of cold rain water fell on my neck as I leaned … More

As I stood on the platform of my sturdy and trusty Summit climbing tree stand, I found myself reaching for … More

“Did you feed the dog the cheese sandwich?” This was the response to my query to Eric some 36 years … More

The doe cocked her ears toward me and stared hard. There was something in the tree that wasn’t supposed to … More

You’ve no doubt heard of the infamous Murphy’s Law where “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong”. Well, I … More

I hunkered down behind the thin wall of bundled reed grass and listened as mallard pinions whistled overhead in the … More

I knelt awkwardly on the rocky hillside, gripped the arrow stuck firmly in the tree and pulled. Nothing. Needless to … More

As the boat pitched forward into the early morning darkness of the Mid-Atlantic, I lay on the wet deck staring … More

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