Coyotes

Coyotes

It was the last day of deer season. Dalton had not hunted all year and he questioned the point of going when the alarm sounded. Yet his wife rousted him from bed.  “Go. It’s what your dad would have wanted,” she said. Dalton’s father had died the week before. A man...

Home Coming Whitetails

Home Coming Whitetails

The rustle of fallen white oak leaves littering the ground 30 feet below demanded my immediate attention. There, patches of brown moved. A deer! Heartbeat racing! Breathing? I am not certain I even took a breath.  A solid hour before first light and under the cover of...

Fair Winds, My Brother: Daufuskie Family

Fair Winds, My Brother: Daufuskie Family

Forget about deer stands,” he said. “Just boost your woman high up in a live oak late in the afternoon. That way you’ll know she’ll still be there when you come to fetch her home after sunset.”  We were on his front porch, out of the wind on a chilly afternoon, easing...

Old Tree Stands

Old Tree Stands

If only old tree stands could talk, imagine the stories they could tell. Stories about opening days, big bucks, little bucks, deer killed, deer missed. Maybe even stories about what thoughts pass through a hunter’s mind as time goes by sitting in a deer stand.  The...

Charles Sheldon: Visionary Sportsman

Charles Sheldon: Visionary Sportsman

Born in Rutland, Vermont, on October 18, 1867, for the first three-plus decades of his life Charles Alexander Sheldon led a fairly normal upper-class existence. He came from a well-to-do family involved in marble quarrying and spent his formative years with New...