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
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
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
XIII Carolina Blue Skies Mac – 1994 . . . As Mac came over a hill he could see Speck reaching into his trunk and unloading several boxes of clay targets. He was quietly singing. Mac pulled over and sat down on a cedar bench by his car, unobtrusive and listening. “So they’re going to bust … Continue reading
“Who uses a chainsaw in a button up?” Bear with me through this muse- my long list is at the end. I get the guff all the time. “Dude, who wears a polo to the gym?” “Did I see you cutting your grass in an Oxford cloth shirt?” Yes Dammit. I have some odd idiosyncrasies … Continue reading
Just thinking about how special our yearly trip to South Dakota has become. Over a decade of hunting the same patch of family farm. Great hosts and great hunting. Every year is a whole bunch of the same pattern- a familiar gathering of friends and father-son pairs. Not much of a story to tell today … Continue reading
Here’s the deal. About twenty years ago I was it the backyard with five dudes. Our wives were inside drinking wine. Pretty much on perimeter of a rug where they were comparing the attributes of all the kids they just brought into the world while hammering bottles of whatever the guy at Total Wine said … Continue reading
I woke up hard in the corner with my neck pressed up into the bed post and knees in my chest. I was dressed and embarrassed that I was asleep. I had dressed myself already in anticipation of leaving early. He spun the flashlight into the wall from the nightstand and swung me around to … Continue reading
Barbecue is not a Verb. Around here, nothing says, “you aint from around here”, more than using the word Barbecue as a verb. This would be closely followed by referring to a grill as “The Barbecue”. Folks might let you get away with referring to an event as “A Barbecue”, maybe. Around here, the sacrosanct … Continue reading
I have an odd fixation on limes. I cannot narrow a memory to when this began. Perhaps the fetish was born from just the simple preference for lime’s more tart and exotic flavor over its sweeter and more common lemon cousin. Lime, then, was always my choice when presented as the candy or drink. Lime-aid … Continue reading
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