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
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
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
Big Haint Blue 