“Keep your eyes on those hills, son, you just might see some game,” my dad said as we drove along the Montana highway.
These were familiar words from m… Read more
When you shoot an elk and he slides 40 feet downhill to the edge of a cliff, you know you shot him in a bad spot.
I was public-land hunting in the Uncompahg… Read more
My Grandpa wasn’t a complicated or frivolous man. He was the oldest of four brothers who grew up on a farm on the Rock Prairie in southern Wisconsin. He went o… Read more
