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

Yesterday evening I finally sat in my easy chair at the end of a busy day. My legs and back … More

As we bumped and bounced our way along route 90 outside of Boston, people in cars beeped and waved as … More

“Congratulations! You have been selected from the waiting list for the following race and event. Phunt: 25K on 1/18/2020″ I … More

Testing! Testing 1 2 3. Hello? Hi all! It’s been a while since we talked. I’ve been suffering from a … More

“Slow down to Island Time”. This was written on one of the sixty or so billboards along the route 175 … More

“Trail shoes or road shoes?” This was the question I asked myself after registering for the Run to the Rock … More

“Ouch. Perhaps I better stop and have a look at my heel.” I thought this just after my Garmin clicked … More

As a teenager, I remember spending hours immersed in the words of Ernest Hemingway, Robert Ruark, and Jack O’Connor. These … More