Last Summer I became infatuated with Bond- Fleming’s Bond. Then I watched the movies. Then I thought, ‘what if I write something in the *universe”. . . I thought about a few of my favorite Bond side kicks, Quarrel the Cayman Captain- but Felix, the CIA Agent- whose leg was gobbled by a shark- that … Continue reading
Father and the Outdoors
My grandfather was a WWII hero that had a bag full of jokes, a handsome smile, and a reputation for making friends with farmers. He would knock on little farm house doors and with a polite conversation and a handshake could make a friend. He chased rabbits, loved horses, and knew where every covey of … Continue reading
Muse My Pants
It was rainy spring morning, perhaps the only saving grace was a possibility that the pollen washed into the gutters and soil for the first hours of dry sunlight. I found myself deep in my closet with a cup of coffee. I’ve never fashioned my wardrobe as an expression of minimalism or efficiency. The folks … Continue reading
Ode to Bloody Caesar
Some days are just bloody days. Bloody days can be pregame days. Some bloody days are holidays. Most bloody days are full of melancholy. There isn’t a perfect bloody recipe. Some are better than others, most just follow the mood. I like them light, refreshing, and citrusy. Then, I like them spicy. Then, I like … Continue reading
Musing on Scouting Deer
There are more ways to approach deer hunting than denominations of the church. That’s a fair comparison because to most deer hunters, their style and manner of hunting is religion. Some methods may be more productive. Some ways are deemed more sporting than others, leaving hunters looking down their noses at each other. Some folks … Continue reading
Dove Hunt Primer
Every year we wish summer away. About the time someone utters the phrase, “it’s time for these kids to go back to school,” there’s a buzz around the activities we enjoy in the fall. The prowess of the football team is estimated. We yearn for a cooler weather, brown-water, oysters, and the women folk pumpkin-spice-up … Continue reading
In the Pines
A hunting memoir written for The Sporting Gent and TSG Apparel about our annual quail hunt. https://www.thesportinggent.com/blogs/dispatches/front-porch-musings-one-quail-of-a-day Continue reading
Musing on Field Pants
This morning I am holed up in my office packing for a trip south to shoot birds. This little private office is my nest. It is a space that warehouses toys and tools, projects, and memories. Part office, part depository, my private quarters are a boot-room meets art studio with cocktail service to boot. The … Continue reading
Cocktail Hour: Neighborhood Speakeasy
This week I was invited to provide some content for my pal at Red Clay Soul. The task at hand became a lengthy and waggish piece on the holiday home bar- a list of sorts armed with a few recipes for “pink cocktails” that are sure to get Grandmom rosy and bright. To be clear … Continue reading
Field Journal Muse: Processing a Rite
When I was a young boy- let’s say second grade or so, I was a bit squeamish around some of the outdoor process. There was always a friend that could just go in the woods and come home with a frog in his hand or grabbed crawdads in the creek with little fear of a … Continue reading