The World

The World

Even your worst memories will go away when you’re stalking a handsome muley buck with arrow and bow. There are four of us in that sweltering bunker: Sgt. Eddie Devaney, myself and two newbies just in from the world. It’s April 16, 1970. We’re playing low-stakes poker...

At Home on the Range

At Home on the Range

The scud stacked up over the northeast, a gray washboard above the sea, to the horizon and beyond. Too late for a hurricane, but the wind didn’t care. Raindrops big as dimes on roofing tin and window glass, a racket like the devil beating some hellish rhythm on a...

Attacked By a Grizzly

Attacked By a Grizzly

A veteran prospector, Hatheway was heading out from camp to stir something up for the pot. It had somehow become his task to put food on the table at the small mining camp. He was the oldest and felt somewhat responsible to use his shooting skills to keep the stewpot...

Keeping Things Wild

Keeping Things Wild

There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot . . . This is a story for those who cannot. In 1927 Crazy Ernie, Kid Al and my dad won a hunting shack in a poker game and lost their hearts to a swamp. In a remote northwoods clearing stood a...

Confessions of a Deer Processor

Confessions of a Deer Processor

Some of this may sting a little, but these tips could help improve the way you handle your harvests, the venison you put on the table and may even help improve relations with your favorite deer processor. Like most struggling writers, I have often been forced to seek...