Eight More Miles

It's not often that I have the chance to shoot an unreleased, unannounced gun weeks before the general public knows about it, but tha...

Jack and I tried our hand at shooting some Canadas yesterday.  Thanks to the ridiculously warm weather we've been having (it's top...

As I wind down the 2011-2012 upland season, one sad fact is becoming more and more apparent, each and every time I hunt. LuLu is injury...

Ed note: I've been a bit absent from the blog lately... thankfully, much of that time has been spent hunting and enjoying family.  As ...

I snapped this a few weeks ago at a DIY car wash in Del Rio, Texas.  In case you don't have the patience to count, that's a 32...

This is Adam, my great grandfather.  He emigrated to the United States in the mid 1880s from a small town near Worms, Germany.  He and his...

I've hunted the Midwest a lot of years.  I'm a prairie kid, and it's what I do.  Good years, bad years, they've all been m...