I built it in one week. Setting up a rearing pen for pheasants took five years. Over those five summers I improved it. The chicken wire walls are steel post reinforced. Wire has been buried below grade 12 inches to keep predators out. I have over head...

So Santa gets my Christmas letter and really appreciated that I had mailed it in July. He took special note of my thinking of him, and how busy he might be Christmas Eve. So I was surprised when...

I drop the truck into four wheel drive and start to tip toe off the county road and follow an ancient logging trail. Last fall, when I was here, I don’t recall the logging trail so rough. I meander about and come to the sharp corner and here is a brand new county forest gate with a lock that’s locked tight. Oh for the love of progress. Man whose going to steal trees back here. Stupid gate...

As I get a bit older I hunt much slower. I figure there must be some older deer that don’t move as fast. so as I age, they age, and with the time and space continuum factor we will meet eventually anyhow. So today I will mosey back to my deer shack and perch on one of two crates outside...

Today will become next October. I just need to live that long. I'm not terminally ill, to my knowledge, but when you get in the planning stages of a hunting trip, it takes on a life of its own...

For a mid December Saturday the county roads will be not be plowed until way past noon.  We're going to have a white Christmas. I call my neighbor Bill and see if he wants to do some snowshoeing back to my shack and see if we can shoot some rabbits...

Turning off the freeway I head compass north onto the blacktopped county road. My blazer is old and the hills steep, so I give it more gas peddle to get over the big hill. Where the pavement used to end is now a...