Smiling Like Fools
“Do you own a handgun?” Dave inquired. “Yeah,” I said hesitantly. “Better pack that along. Never know what can happen down south,” he said with a half chuckle. I had been invited by well-known quail hunting outfitter, Dave Brown, to join him on an Arizona Mearns hunt a week before the season ended. Guiding season...
Thin Blue Line…
The branches swung back and hit me square in the face, as I followed my buddy through the brush towards the sound of running water. He offered up an apology, but it sounded half-hearted at best. Even though my flesh stung, it would be difficult to stay angry, because I knew that he was thinking...
A toast to well worn boots…
Life breathes easier when you find yourself in the wilderness, far away from the signs of civilization. The smells are sweeter, the sounds are clearer, and the aching of the muscles and feet that have brought you this far are a small price to pay for the beauty that Nature offers. To truly appreciate the...
