She asks Tell me, sad eyes What would it take to get a dance? I don’t answer My silence doesn’t register as an answer She asks again I...

We don’t golf on no steenking golf course. We’re too busy catching bass and laughing at your drives.

This past Memorial Day weekend, I spent a few days camping in the Adirondacks with some new friends and fishing for native brook trout....

12 bass. 2 hours. The wall of brambles guarding the 1/2-acre farm pond ate my lunch. But that’s how it goes when you play the game. And...

The school bus comes every weekday morning at twelve after eight. It stops out front of the house, pausing traffic in both directions for...

By quarter-to-six the decoys looked perfect in the field out front of the blind, a coyote had drifted across the field like a sneaky...

Less than a couple weeks. That’s what I’ve got left of the day job. That’s all that’s left of the twice daily auto-pilot-and-iPod-mix of...

Smelt are the great equalizer. It doesn’t rightly matter if you’re rich or redneck or a combination of the two, when they’re running,...

In this story, I catch no fish. Let’s just get that out of the way. It’s not like I’m giving away the ending or anything. Actually,...

We dig Spring. As a matter of fact this year we did a whole bunch of celebrating and out-of-door reveling the day before Spring arrived...

I’m tired of small spaces. I’m not talking about my space at work…although I am definitely tired of that too. I’m talking about our woods...

It’s back. Hot damn it’s back. Two steps out the door at lunch and it hit me like a ton of bricks. We’ve turned the corner. The nose...

Cold is no excuse. There’s not an hour in the woods or on the water worth rolling over after the alarm and slinking up behind 4 a.m.’s...

The family tree on my dad’s side is planted in Canada. Winnipeg specifically. But we’re only able to follow our blood back so far before...

There’s a measure of insanity, I suppose, in the psychology of the late season goose hunter. The first couple days of ridiculous wind and...

After two months of watching thousands, nay, tens-of-thousands fly care-free over the Upstate countryside–the season for freezing in...

I’m slow to type this morning. Sitting at my desk in the front room, looking out the window at passing traffic on Main Street. Sun. A...

My last-minute run to the woods to fill my tag with a big buck was not thought out particularly well. I dressed warm, threw my pack,...

We settle in the furrows. Busted cornstalk & camo. Coffee, pipe and tobacco for me, graham crackers, juice and a goose call for Cam. My...

5:30 a.m. Rain, low/mid 40’s August 28, 1990, my 18th birthday Ft. Leonard Wood, MO Up at that hour, I wished I was getting my gear...