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...

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...