Yesterday afternoon was a foggy drizzle so I sat in the pig hutch* with the 30-06 across my knees and a 50-years-old pocket transistor radio at just detectable volume listening…View post

I am wrapped in blaze orange and sitting in a tree and by way of explanation, refer you to this two-day-old post, in case you missed it: Deer Hunting For…View post

…will not kick in for real until the ground is hard as granite, but even now with no snow and relatively warm temperatures*, the days begin with the morning ritual…View post

This post is in response to a request from Brendon over there on the Facebook page: Hey Mike, where can I find a copy of that reading you read at…View post

With the questions of a three-year-old.  Most provocative recent inquiry: “Daddy, where do tears live?”