Birds on the Wing

Birds on the Wing

“When you have shot one bird flying, you have shot all birds flying. They are all different and they fly in different ways but the sensation is the same and the last one is as good as the first.” Before I was old enough to own a gun, wild game came to me via a boyhood...
A Healing Place

A Healing Place

It was the day of his birth, the genesis of his sixty-third year, and it had been a good one. It could have been celebrated anywhere in the world, as so many times before it had. But not today. Not this time. Today, it had been spent on the small streams near home,...
An Old Man’s Memories of August

An Old Man’s Memories of August

This fisherman’s fairytale is far from folklore… A true story of giants, fairies, heroism and romance stay alive in an old man’s memories. Once upon a time long ago and far, far away, there was a boy. “Wait,” someone will shout. “That sounds like an...
Trophy Room? Or House of Memories?

Trophy Room? Or House of Memories?

Some call their sporting lairs “man cave” or “trophy room.” But my very core contorts at either of the two, for this house is neither. It is a house of memories. I have a trophy house. Built it myself from beetle-killed pines, lightning-struck...
The Unpredictability of Hunting…and Life

The Unpredictability of Hunting…and Life

No two hunting stories are the same. This may explain why those of us who hunt are rich with a bank full of distinct memories. No two hunting stories are ever alike. For good reason. Ruffed grouse roosted in the aspens never take the same flight path. A whitetail buck...
Did You Ever? Vanishing Aspects of Youth in Yesteryear

Did You Ever? Vanishing Aspects of Youth in Yesteryear

I would contend that boyhood in yesteryear, when most pursuits involved being outdoors, had it all over today’s technology-driven world. Increasingly with the passage of time I find myself reflecting on things I did as a youngster. That’s the purview of age, and as...
The Anniversary Gift

The Anniversary Gift

She would leave him soon, and for this reason she had insisted that he fish the opener without her, the only gift she wanted for their anniversary. The first day of trout season usually filled him with excitement. Even as a man he felt like a boy awaiting Christmas...