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
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
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
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
In the lines again with the cockeyed stares of those around. Gawking in pajamas as they ram into achilles and wondering how my eyes look so carefree. They push and the ticket clerks again clueless about how to check a firearm. Travelers shuffling baggage of selfish anticipation- and we all move through talking out over … Continue reading
Traditions and customs develop from the big parts that are deliberate and organized down to the little idiosyncrasies that become ritual. I’m blessed to have opportunities throughout the year to pursue the outdoors. Continue reading
The Hunt Club House: Some folks call it their camp, that old exclusive place where invitations are implicit through birthright and revered to guests. Perhaps a smattering of cabins, an old house, or a trailer. Maybe it is one of those long established, venerable hunt clubs replete with a main house, storied and full of … Continue reading
Funny how some objects evoke lasting memories, the best of those are warm. When we see them, touch them, we smile and are taken back. The very best are those are enduring objects that last forever. We live in a disposable world, we buy electronic things designed for planned obsolescence, our food comes in things we … Continue reading
Saturday is pretty much defined by answering one of three options: Are we in town? Do the kids have some kind of game? -or- Where, outside, am I going? Today was one of those days that fell into the ‘kids have a game” (in fact two) categories. So we’re in town and frankly it’s too damn … Continue reading
Jim is my little brother. We both are dentists, we share a building and his business is right next door to mine– funny we hardly have five minutes to rub together, it seems. Given the opportunity to let go of it all, we would make one hell of a team. Funny thing is, we don’t have … Continue reading
Big Haint Blue 