Just Sayin’

Rusty is a golden Cocker Spaniel. He is a typical Cocker. He has no conscience, a selective loss of training and memory and, until he went stone deaf from ear infections, highly selective [...]

My buddy Mike and I were on a five-day September bow hunt for pronghorns in western South Dakota. We had high hopes, for it was getting near the peak of the rut. The pronghorn’s, not ours. [...]

The inscription reads — “Presented to J & G (last name) on the Golden Anniversary of their wedding with the loving congratulations and warm esteem of your friends and fellow [...]

We have a bunch (call them The Wild Bunch) of gray squirrels on our lawn, leaving only tracks in the snow at the moment, and a couple of little red squirrels.  Don’t see much of the red [...]

IN THE LAND OF THE BEAR is an inside look at the excitement, mystery, danger, and adventure of hunting huge, aggressive brown bears (moose, sheep, and red stag, too)

I don't know whether Mom or Dad had the bright idea of cutting down a frozen buck, leaning it head-first against a tree, and then having all three of us pile on, which we did willingly.

Here is my story, and I'm sticking to it.  I am a 57-year-old hunter from Milwaukee.  I mostly hunt deer, by bow, crossbow, rifle and muzzleloader. 

For openers...Fish Bread and That's Not Pasta

Inclination is the joker in the patience game...your inclination to make something happen.

He putted, turned back down the hill and sailed out of my life. That was the first time that season I ran off a gobbler by moving too soon.