The Why: Sick Kid Cuddles

As it goes, and it must go this way, my wonderful child got wonderfully sick the morning my wonderful wife was scheduled to depart for her first trip away from the kiddo in 13 months – 23 if you count time in utero. Sigh….

Opening Morning Bucks Make for Thanksgiving Consommé

Not satisfied to just make more jerky and ground venison year after year, I decided last year to do a little more with my deer. This included new cooking methods, dishes, and a further expansion of my definition of ‘edible’. For years, like thousands of other hunters, I threw away my deer bones. Rather, my processor […]

Walnut Stocks, Classic Cars, and Deer Hide Gloves

As a fan of the fiberglass fantastics that McMillan stocks puts out, I’m no stranger to the allure of today’s space age wunder guns. Hell, my first rifle was a walnut stocked 10/22 that I promptly hacked, chopped, and rebarreled into a fearsome Rifleman patch-earning Appleseed killer. There isn’t a bit of organic material left […]

Hunting on Opening Morning

Up until this year, I’d never considered my gig writing for TTAG a luxury. That is until I tried to remember the last time I’d actually killed a deer. Luckily for me, everything I’ve ever written is archived here and after a short spell, I’d found the pictures and dates to help me recall that […]

Pecos Run ‘N Gun 2016: Silt Kills All

I just returned from my third outing to Pecos, Texas for the annual Pecos Run n Gun. While newer, shinier, longer, and “harder” biathlons have come online in the last few years, I consider the Pecos event the original and therefore the best. In years past, the weather has dictated that the majority of my […]

Hunting the Sunny Pearl Harbor Day Rut

His third year in the blind with me, his AR sporting a new AAC 762-SDN6 on the muzzle, my (now former) coworker and friend, Dave (not his real name) slowly spun himself around on the bright orange bucket. On the side, upside down, was a cartoonish handyman named Homer extolling the virtues of a Home […]

Hunting: Sometimes, You Can’t Fight Bad Luck

As some of you might remember, Nick gifted me the unluckiest hunting trip of my life last year. The photo above is of a much larger Leghorn attempting to wedge himself through the too-small back window of a Toyota Tacoma while Kevin Brittingham gazes on in a mixture of frustration, boredom, and glee. In the year […]