Do men want isolation? At least one does…

lonely man

The problem with this desire to find autonomy, privacy, and isolation is that when we try hard enough, unfortunately, we find it. [Read more...]

To the guy with the gun out the window

Smoking barrel

There are hunters… and then there are guys with guns in pickups. These are very different categories. A couple years ago, I encountered a guy with a gun in a pickup. It was an hour after sundown on a crisp December night, and my son and I were outside, talking with our good friend Mike. (Mike [Read More...]

When Eggs Are More Than Just Eggs

first two eggs

If I want to write a Haiku about two chicken eggs, I will. It’s been a discouraging month; few things have worked as they should these past several weeks. I was nearing the end of my rope this afternoon when my 11-year old daughter burst into the house carrying an egg in each hand, rewards [Read More...]

Eating Meat In Morrissey’s Honor

grilled beef with tomato

I’m grilling hamburgers tonight in honor of Morrissey’s comment. I don’t have a problem with people who choose not to eat meat. I do have a problem, however, with someone who uses the term “serial killers” to describe hunters, and by association, farmers, ranchers and all people associated with the meat-production industry. When Steven Patrick [Read More...]

Sorry Bob Costas, I Disagree.

Sorry, Bob. I disagree. First of all, let me say that I’m every bit as sad and discouraged as Bob Costas by the Jovan Belcher situation. However, I’m also sad because we’re in a day in which a sportscaster feels he should use his platform to act the part of a cultural expert, giving commentary [Read More...]

The Whitetail Rut…They’re Crazy!

Man on the Run

The air almost smells different. It’s the beginning of the rut, a frenzied time of year. They become vulnerable. They run around with their tongues hanging out, making erratic, impulsive decisions that could shorten their lives…or, if they’re lucky, help them score. They become strange, unpredictable creatures – sometimes you see them, sometimes you don’t. [Read More...]