A Chance of Frost

A Chance of Frost

Deep within his soul, he needed the marsh and its ducks, perhaps now more than ever. “Come duck hunting with me." "What?" she asked as if she must have misheard him. "Come duck hunting with me." Now Terri was no foreigner to hunting. She enjoyed walking the grass...

Feeling Guilty

Feeling Guilty

It seems to add up that men and women, no matter what their age, who take a great deal of pleasure in the out-of-doors, at the very least discover something about themselves. The talk had turned in the dwindling hours of the early morning into the sort of conversation...

Snow Days

Snow Days

I was thinking about the coming season a few days ago and, as usual, it occurred to me that I might have a chance or two to hunt in snow. It’s still hot in Georgia, but snow is coming. Dear Lord, do I love to hunt in snow! I guess it’s a little surprising to hear a...