As I walked the old tote road, a drifting petrichor lingered mixing with the scent of sweet fern crushed between my fingers. Caught in a...

And so, the email went… “Very pleasant weather up here except for this damned Canadian wildfire smoke. Got me to coughing last evening...

It was a pilgrimage of sorts. A place I knew but had never been. A shrine to some. For me, a place of historical and inspirational...

The recent summary of the MO Hunting and Trapping Regulations features a picture of a dog on the front cover, perhaps a Brittany or...

Passing through town on my way north, I decided to stop for a cold one. As I parked my truck, I saw the front door swing open at Don’s...

Empty skies test the meaning of both futility and hope. But if I see a duck, there’s hope and if there’s hope, I’m hunting. Today,...

About 15 miles from home, I could feel the change. More intensity, stress rising slightly. Calmness evaporating. As traffic increased, so...

Part of my family’s story includes a pine log cabin near Rhinelander, Wisconsin. Once owned by my grandparents, a few old pictures and...

In the late 1970s, family members always struggled to understand what I was studying in college. It was painful listening to them try to...

They are called The King of Game Birds. Doves can embarrass. Teal will expose your limitations. But ruffed grouse are Kung Fu masters....

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Neighborhood children...

Understand, there are two certainties when it comes to duck hunting – sunrise and sunset with thirty minutes on either side. Everything...

Watching your news feed, you’ve probably noticed a significant uptick in the number of archeological finds across the planet. Technology...

On the cottage door is the decades old note, posted by the father of the son, meticulously protected with rows of scotch tape. The...

Duck feathers quivered on the ground as the cold north wind pushed a gust over the marsh. As they lifted his body from the boat, the...

The first days of the waterfowl season are always special. In some ways, a dry run for the weeks ahead. And even with time spent on...

Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you. Especially this year. It’s been unbearable without you. Things are changing and I worry....

Smoke curling from the end of a cigarette dangling from his lips, a finger-smudged glass of bourbon nearby, the writer hammered out his...

Not long ago, if you asked me who is the patron saint of hunters, I would’ve shrugged my shoulders and consulted the all-knowing wizard –...

It is the way of people to find a place of splendid simplicity and beauty, to proclaim it so and commence its conversion into something...