A Thanksgiving Deer Hunt in West Virginia

A Thanksgiving Deer Hunt in West Virginia

Have you ever hunted deer? I do not mean in regions where all you have to do is to go out into the forest with your guide and wait ’til one walks leisurely past you; nor do I mean where dogs drive the creature to water and you can empty the magazine of your Winchester...
Lost & Found

Lost & Found

Nothing about pulling a kennel from the back of my pickup and placing it on the ground in the jack pines’ shadows felt right. Tossing in a stinky t-shirt in the kennel was something you do with puppies not adult dogs. Leaving bowls of chow and water next to the open...
Swimming with the Lizard

Swimming with the Lizard

Swimming with the Lizard is one of 30 chapters in Larry Chesney’s Palmetto Creek: A tale of the South Carolina Lowcountry. Order your copy today! Never the expert butcher, it took Harry nearly an hour to gut and skin the buck, it was already 3:00, and the other boys...
Pheasants in the Mist

Pheasants in the Mist

The October sky darkens and melts into the horizon, hovering briefly between shades of cobalt blue and gray. Barren fields, pocked and ridged like a nuclear wasteland, stretch out on either side of the truck as we speed through the twilight, tires singing on the...
The Rising of the Sun and the Running of the Deer

The Rising of the Sun and the Running of the Deer

The dogs struck in the old ricefield bottom, grown up now in a great snarl of water-trees, the bell-trunked tupelo, sweet gum and soft maple, the ground beneath a foot deep with the soggy litter from the last hurricane surge, driftwood snags and ricks of dead spartina...