Nine Skunks on One Lake, Same Guy on the Bank
I used to keep a little tally in the notes app on my phone. Not fish caught. Skunks. Nine straight trips to the same…
Read the storyI used to keep a little tally in the notes app on my phone. Not fish caught. Skunks. Nine straight trips to the same…
Read the storyYou wake because the ground is shaking. Not much, just enough that the tin cup…
The fish hit at the worst possible second, the way they always do. I had…
The first time I walked into the woods alone with a bow in my hand, I was sure someone was…
The brown ring on the page behind the corned venison turned out to be rust from some old iron lid,…
The page that tore away from Recipe No. 9 had left a sliver of the next one showing, and all…
I have hunted pheasants for six years and for five of them I had a dog. For the one year…
I got into hunting with four hundred and eighty dollars. That was the budget. I wrote it on a sticky…
I threw away a deer shoulder once and didn’t think twice about it. That’s the sentence that still sits in…
I spent two years turning a hunting rifle into a math problem. I mean that literally. I had a dope…
The page after Recipe No. 8 wouldn’t come loose, not clean. Three decades of dried gravy had glued it flat…
Recipe No. 8 sits on a page so greasy and brown around the edges that the gravy got to it…