Sitting outside during hunting season, taking in nature, gives me lots of opportunities to just sit and ponder all sorts of things. At o-dark thirty this morning in the 30-degree weather, on this last day of fall rifle season for deer, I did some serious pondering. Most of my thoughts were trying to figure out …
When The Crow Calls
Growing up in the Ozarks I only ever went hunting one time. It was with my dad on my grandma’s property in Strafford. We both had shotguns with slugs in ‘em. I’ll never forget that time because it was the only time we went hunting and my dad ended up shooting a bird with …