A Pair of Jacks

A Pair of Jacks

When I looked out the kitchen window one September morning and saw the first tinges of yellow on the big maple’s leaves, I knew it was time. Hurriedly, I scarfed down a light breakfast and put Katherine’s kettle on the woodstove, knowing full-well that she would...

When I Was a Boy

When I Was a Boy

Things were different when he was a lad—back when nothing was artificial or contrived, and the days and seasons were filled with high adventure. It’s a popular pastime among adults, when the hair begins to gray and the aches of middle age grow stronger, to look back...

Zane Grey – High Seas Prophet

Zane Grey – High Seas Prophet

So what can we say of Zane Grey, this dentist turned novelist turned outdoor writer? He was a dentist and photographer and a storyteller. He was one hell of a baseball player. He was husband and father and perpetual wanderer and a hunter and fisherman who once held...

Bones In the Heat

Bones In the Heat

At first light, Core Hart climbed the outside spiral stair onto his flat roof. He sat down at the rooftop picnic table and, using a spotting scope, scanned the turtle grass flat that was his front yard. A half mile out, at the edge of the flat, he marked a pod of...

Of Men, Mentors and Muskellunge

Of Men, Mentors and Muskellunge

Two men wandered into the Ontario Central Airways (OCA) office one afternoon while I was manning the front desk. How strange it was that I could instantly tell that they were used to being in charge. They wore short brown leather jackets and the standard issue khaki...

The Strange Saga of Henry Bauman

The Strange Saga of Henry Bauman

The place was called Boise City, which was something of a joke to anyone who had actually been there. It wasn’t even a town, much less a city—a few cleared fields around a dirt track where trappers and Indians pitched their teepees and caravans of covered wagons could...

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