
Days Gone By
We spotted a set of reddish eyes and knew immediately it was not a coon.
We spotted a set of reddish eyes and knew immediately it was not a coon.
We followed a herd of forty-two aoudad rams.
Shoot the bear only if he’s chewing on me!
Three old friends and a boat load of red snapper.
Slipping through brush toward a life-sized Cape buff target can be pretty darned exciting!
Look who’s the new camp cook.
He had just taken his first axis stag, but something told me as I shook his hand, it was not going to be the last one!
I will arrive in camp and be ready to hunt, “weather permitting”!
For two buddies from way back, pestering is half the fun.
Not the biggest buck, but world-class in my book.