by Tony Kinton | Jan 6, 2025
The day I found myself, the wood duck came full-speed. From upriver and darting among cypress and willows — spilling air from his wings. Things had not been going particularly well, one single and specific vehicle of distress difficult to identify. Perhaps it was...
by Jaques Rutten | Aug 17, 2023
Deep down, he knew this duck, this day, no matter how good it had been, could not have made up for the things they had already lost. As they turned off the main highway onto a rutted two-track, Tom glanced over at his son and wondered what Casey would be thinking....
by R. Bruce Moon | Mar 28, 2019
Gun season was approaching and I had to decide which of my deer rifles to carry opening weekend. I had made good use of my “ heavy for deer” rifles on pigs during the off season, but had been unsuccessful, again, during bow season, so I did not want to handicap myself...
