Watching your news feed, you’ve probably noticed a significant uptick in the number of archeological finds across the planet. Technology...

On the cottage door is the decades old note, posted by the father of the son, meticulously protected with rows of scotch tape. The...

Duck feathers quivered on the ground as the cold north wind pushed a gust over the marsh. As they lifted his body from the boat, the...

The first days of the waterfowl season are always special. In some ways, a dry run for the weeks ahead. And even with time spent on...

Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you. Especially this year. It’s been unbearable without you. Things are changing and I worry....

Smoke curling from the end of a cigarette dangling from his lips, a finger-smudged glass of bourbon nearby, the writer hammered out his...

Not long ago, if you asked me who is the patron saint of hunters, I would’ve shrugged my shoulders and consulted the all-knowing wizard –...

It is the way of people to find a place of splendid simplicity and beauty, to proclaim it so and commence its conversion into something...

A couple years ago I hired a tree service to cut down a large, gnarly white oak growing along my driveway. For years the tree would drop...

A story written thousands of times. Sometimes for the reader, often for the writer. Every hunter occasionally dips their cup into a...

As a youngster, I remember stepping over a landowner’s fence to pursue a pheasant I had flushed. Would I be seen? Would anyone know what...

In the time before the beginning, pre-antediluvian and long before the winter of blue snow. Before the time of agropelters and...

As a dedicated conservationist and supporter of Ducks Unlimited until the day he drew his last breath, our friend Glenn Chambers could...

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...

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...

The sign said Angler Parking. There were seven vehicles in the Pine Tree lot when we arrived. License plates said Wisconsin and...

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....

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...

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...

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...