The word ”gear” conjures up images of epic, legendary explorations across the continent and up to the Arctic. I think each of us has an image of ourselves traversing the same broken elements of terrain in search of what scratches at our souls. We have…
One of my favorite pastimes is bowhunting with my family in northeast Oklahoma, a hop, skip and six-hour drive north. My trip up began at the break of dawn, and I pulled into a restaurant to have lunch with a family friend, Dirk, before heading…
Rain and wind sucked heat from my core as the precipitation had super-saturated the bill of my hat forming a steady drip onto the stock of my shotgun. Ominous weather forced most hen turkeys to their nests shortly after pitching from the roost; which was…
