The Old Religion
Terry Wieland wrote, “There have always been hunting Gods. There has never been a God of racquetball.” Mr. Wieland knows full well what he means by what he has written. I doubt many of the anti-hunting crowd would have a clue. … Read the rest
Ye Olde Trapper Bob 1961. We were 17 years old.
A Lost Friend-(written in 1993, 20 years ago now.) This illustrates a form of friendship I feel with all I share this outdoor world. It is a friendship that feels distinctly different from other friendships.… Read the rest
I was one lucky kid
My dad’s friends were almost all hunters and fishermen. My dad had acquired coon hounds just before I was born and began hunting those hounds in the woodlots of his various employers. He also had beagle hounds for rabbits and pheasants. … Read the rest