Cold Mornings on the Little Choptank
It’s icy on the river, but with geese hovering above, it’s a mighty good place to be.
Memories at Goosepond Creek
It was remote, dark and distant, and about as wild and woolly as a place could be. It was a pilgrimage of sorts, this journey of ours. It had been a long time since we had been to “Goosepond.” It had been called that since colonial times, and legend held...
North Platte Outpost
Some years back, I met a fellow sportsman whose duck camp also served as his family’s home, a sweet, to say the least, deal made possible by a good-natured and tolerant wife who, nonetheless, well understood that this convenient combination gave her considerable...