Dads who are present… long after they’re gone

Young Child Resting in Father's Arms on Beach

I’m still smiling. A couple weeks ago, my son Aidan and I were invited on a father-child deer hunt to northern Nebraska. What continues to make me happy is not only the fact that my son shot a giant whitetail, but also the memories of the other three dads with their children. These men worked [Read More...]

Bowhunting Apologetics


I’m a bowhunter because… …sitting in a tree, knowing that anything, or nothing, could happen at any moment invigorates me. …it gives me the chance to participate directly in the cycles of life and death to which all of creation is subject, and on which all of nature depends. …it is satisfying to provide healthy [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...]