The Coltish Carver
One may conclude, based on my previous post, that I've amassed a respectful number of waterfowl decoys. You would be right, but alas that...
Chasing the History of The Old Duck Hunters Association, Inc.
Those of you who know me, rather any who spend time with me afield or along a stream know my affection for the writer, Gordon MacQuarrie....
The Promise of a November Walk.
The gray shadows of predawn shrouded the surrounding wood and field with a blanket of dark. Differing shades of black, yet...
First Time Blindside.
The season was in mid-stride. To say the migration was on was like saying a leaky faucet was running. Birds were moving down the...
The Dane Falls for a Redhead.
September had given way to October, in the calendar sense at least. Steady, warm, weather... an extended Indian Summer if ever there was....
Which Came First, the Chicken or the Goose?
The gentle ringing of wind chimes had me up before the 4:30 alarm. A cool breeze was blowing down from the Northwest. Summer was...
An Early August Float Along the Brule!
Rain Clouds loomed in the distance. The shrubs and flower baskets hung limp. The humidity of late has made even the mosquitoes sluggish....
The Bear Essentials
"Daddy, I want Lois!" B-man declared. "Don't forget your hat and mittens." "Lois doesn't wear mittens. She wear leashes." The Haffer and...
Final Tune-up
The final prep-work has been done. Had one last pre-game outing on Wednesday evening. Went out with the Good Doctor. He was...
Pre-Game to Wisconsin's 2016 Fishing Opener
The Boy and I decided to test out our arms today. His baseball season is in getting into full swing. I'm just trying to see if my arm...
