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

A cold, gusty northwest wind moved the reeds of the duck blind to and fro as I leaned in close, … More

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

A few months ago, I posted a note that put this Blog on the back burner for a bit or … More

“One dead every 15 seconds.” This cheery bit of information was provided by the narrator on a program called “The … More

He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of … More