For twenty years I told myself I was a conservationist because I put the fish back. That was the whole pitch. I fished stocked…
Read the storyFor the first three seasons, I hunted half a forest. I owned a tag and…
I carried the same folding foam pad for eleven years. It cost me nineteen dollars…
I killed my first deer at 36, which is late enough that half the guys I hunt with have wall…
For twenty years I told anybody who would listen that a blue catfish was just a channel cat that ate…
Late June, 1845. Two Days Past the Green River Crossing You wake before first light because the fire has gone…
I bit down on a lead pellet at Sunday dinner when I was eleven years old and I did exactly…
For two years I treated the wind like a math problem with a clean answer. There had to be a…
Six pages set down now, and Amos aint writ a word about church yet, which is a thing a man…
The Snow Starts at Noon and Stops Being Weather It begins as a dry whisper against the canvas, early November,…
The Coyote I Was Sure Did It When my neighbor Marge called me across the street and said her hens…
For fifteen years I told myself I was bad at deer hunting. That was the whole explanation. I’d put in…
