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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...

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....

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...