It was a cold fall day in 1974. Eight year old me sat on the couch, watching football. The teams … More
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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
Bring it On 