Tooth & Hound

Tooth & Hound

You can’t teach people the way of the woods in a thirty-second soundbite. You have to live it.

Betsy & Boo-Boo

Betsy & Boo-Boo

“Alright cub scout, close your eyes and hold out your hand.” I heard cabinet hinges squeak open and Frank rustling through some clutter above his reloading bench. It was evening in late July and we were in his garage. The overhead doors were open, and a drop of sweat...