The Day Momma Killed Corky

The Day Momma Killed Corky

It was an act of violence rougher than anything Hemingway ever wrote about – the blood-curdling screams made me sick to my stomach. But about that time I hooked a monster bluegill… A Southern Tall Tale Excuse me, gents. Jimmy Shakes here, nice to meet ya. I...
Mother Daughter Caribou Hunt

Mother Daughter Caribou Hunt

In retrospect, a mother daughter caribou hunt is more special than I first appreciated… As an Alaskan Hunting Guide, I am obliged to be a trophy oriented hunter for months. But when guiding season ends, my focus changes. My brain switches from Boone & Crockett to...
What My Daughter (and My Dog) Gave Me

What My Daughter (and My Dog) Gave Me

It started with a puppy and an adventurous little girl. Every fire needs a catalyst and for me it was that orange-and-white ball of boundless energy and a daughter with an interest. Mesa was not my first Brittany—I’d had two before, but even with dreams of days in...