Karkhagnes and Hodags
In the time before the beginning, pre-antediluvian and long before the winter of blue snow. Before the time of agropelters and...
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Mar 1, 20223 min read
More Than Ducks
As a dedicated conservationist and supporter of Ducks Unlimited until the day he drew his last breath, our friend Glenn Chambers could...
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Jan 28, 20224 min read
Second Hand Memories
On September 13, 1957 Reinhold Alfred Edquist died. I was there and saw it happen, suddenly. As I sat at the kitchen counter, I watched...
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Dec 22, 20213 min read
Old Souls
Over the past year or so, I made a new friend and got more familiar with an old acquaintance, although neither of them knows this to be...
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Nov 29, 20213 min read
The Ghost is Gone
The woods around my house are a little quieter. Or maybe it’s just quieter in my mind. Either way, I’m not sure how I feel about this...
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Oct 26, 20215 min read
A Tyro and the River of Presidents
The sign said Angler Parking. There were seven vehicles in the Pine Tree lot when we arrived. License plates said Wisconsin and...
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Sep 20, 20213 min read
Siren Songs of Hope
Sitting in my tree stand on a dark early morning, I received a text message from a friend who hunts neighboring land. He was at home....
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Aug 31, 20216 min read
In the Company of Birds
I never paid much mind to birds as a kid. Alfred Hitchcock altered that view for a time, but after seeing no real attitude change among...
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Jul 29, 20215 min read
Evolution of a Hunter
Like many things in life, becoming a hunter has been a journey. After many years, it is part of who I am. Part of my identity. Most folks...
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Jun 23, 20215 min read
Driftless Cows
After a year of living the lockdown life, I finally ventured back out into the real world. Admittedly, it was a little weird, but as...
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Apr 30, 20213 min read
Fewmets, Antlers, and Demise
After weeks of cold, snowy weather, a warm day at the end of February was a welcomed change. The blanket of snow had been pulled back and...
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Mar 1, 20213 min read
The Old Shotgun
She was my first. She was older, much older. But she was a simple beauty that commanded respect. At eleven years old, my step-grandfather...
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