Eight More Miles

During the course of any given lifetime, it's not often that any one individual encounters true greatness. One of those times happend to...

Bird hunting season is behind us. Fishing is sixty days away. It's dark at 5:30 in the afternoon. There's a foot of dirty, gray...

Yeah, I know it's not Friday.  But this really isn't a photo, either.  Enjoy.

Growing up in the Midwest refried beans were typically only served as a side dish to tacos -- a can of Old El Paso, that mom would thin with...

Here's a list of the tunes getting heavy rotation on my MP3 player. If you don't already have them, I urge you to plunk down some co...

Barring a spur-of-the-moment trip to Texas, my huting season is officially in the books. It was a great one, filled with fond memories of go...

As my 2010-2011 deer hunting season draws to a close, I would be remiss if I didn't rave a bit about the setup that I've used this f...