Maybe if I take five more steps, throw one more mend, skate one more fly, a hero will appear, armored in chrome, and dance to the music of my singing reel.
Calf deep now in the cold river, Trent’s completed his prelude of silky false casts and is ready to start the show in earnest.
Over the course of 6 trips, in and out, and nearly 40 miles, I question whether or not it’s worth it.
Folding neatly the greenhead splashed soundly onto the water. The old lady made quick work of the retrieve.
“Dada, Dada did you get a elk?” called my four year old from the front door as I slid from the pickup into the icy, floodlit driveway. I used to greet my Dad in much the same way, I realized, when he returned from a business trip, hoping he’d brought me a toy or, Read More
Flaughter: spade used to remove the top layer of peat which is richer and more rooty. Every now and then a whisky catches me by surprise. For a couple of years I’ve been enthralled by the story of anCnoc (not a misspelling) whiskeys, made at the Knockdhu distillery in Scotland’s Speyside region. With roots, Read More
Producing Stalking the Seam has afforded Steven and me some really cool opportunities, including the chance to put some spectacular optics through their real world paces. Last week we distilled those experiences into tactics for using binoculars more effectively, then the characteristics that separate passable specs from good ones, good ones from the great,, Read More
Being cooped up inside during the long winter months can begin to wear on the whole family. There are a host of tried and true winter activities but it’s not always easy to get outside. Fishing, other than through ice, is not on most folks radar this time of year. Take this one step further and, Read More
Traditionally a surrendering military officer hands over his sword or, in more recent times, sidearm. But when U-Boats were captured during World War II, victorious allied naval officers often demanded that German captains relinquish their binoculars instead. After long months of playing deadly games of cat and mouse, they recognized the German’s superior optics for, Read More
“Are we almost home?” “My stomach hurts.” “I think I might throw up.” My brain was beginning to tell my lips to start moving in response to the first question, when I heard the convulsions begin. Going from sixty to zero in quick order, I pulled into the barrow ditch. Cold winter air hit my face, Read More
Humans are decidedly visual hunters. Sure, we’ve got four additional senses, and when we’re performing at our highest levels they all contribute. But relative to most other terrestrial mammalian predators, we are disproportionately reliant on sight to find and follow game. That fact is so fundamental that we often fail to (ahem) see it., Read More
Ducks flew by the hundreds. They were closer to the cruising altitude for commercial airlines than our decoys. But the sky gave us a show that was more memorable than many of the ducks I’ve brought home. After shooting light we spent nearly a half hour soaking in the view. The dog, shotgun’s, calls, decoys, Read More
I’m still a young man, too young yet in my estimation to grouse about the frantic pace of modern life, or lament the acceleration of milestones whipping past. So I record my grievances in silence; tallying the afternoons that melt away amid conference calls and urgent deadlines, adding those to my son’s light speed, Read More
Rays of golden sun and smoke gray clouds fight for dominance. Ultimately the sun wins. The Wyoming wind also has skin in the game and seeks to make a shot at the title. The dogs and I are merely props in the scene. Pulling up a hood and zipping my collar I seek to keep warm. The, Read More