Gene Ingram Knives

I am particular about my gear.  Those with whom I have shared a duck blind or wall tent will attest to my predilection toward specific brands of hunting equipment.  Its not so much a matter of snobbery or blind brand loyalty.  More so, I have specific expectations of...

UnderArmour Cold Gear Base Layer 2.0

Alright, I’ll admit it:  I bought into the UnderArmour (UA) hype.   When the company first began peddling their compression-style undergarments, I auctioned off one of my kidneys and purchased a few of their offerings.  And I’ll also admit, I still wear...

Thoughts on Reloading – Part One

One of my earliest memories of my Grandpa Bud involved sitting on an old metal stool inside his backyard shop.  Surrounded by gun parts, tools, reloading components, and the myriad other items Grandpa had collected over the years, I would watch in wonder as he...

A Hunt in Memory of Grandpa

As I made my final turn into camp, I was acutely aware of the emotions trips previous had garnered. I was, however, unsettled. Where there should have existed optimism, contentment, and a sense of whole, I only felt unsettled conflict and anxiety. Such feelings were...

Another Late Season Goose Adventure

As Dad and I slipped, spun, and slided southbound along Highway 97, a sliver of doubt forced itself into my mind.  Why are we doing this?  The temperature outside Dad’s Ford was well into the twenties.  The road was, well, nonexistent, as it had been replaced by...

First Cast: A Try With The Fly

I have been called a great many number of things by a greater number of people regarding my somewhat excessive indulgence in all things Hunting.  Driven was one of the more flattering terms.  Obsessed was in there.  Ain’t right.  Lost his mind.  Out of control. ...

An Arizona Javelina Adventure

Upon the mention of an Arizona hunt, the imagination is quickly and surely drawn to visions of cactus-choked sonoras, dry dusty ground, and flat featureless terrain.  Indeed, my first two experiences with hunting the Grand Canyon State reinforced this desert...

2008 Elkhorn Spike Hunt

I have always felt it wise to try to capatilize on the present opportunity. More simply, when life gives you lemons…well, you get the idea. Such was the case in June of this year, when the ODFW website showed I had not been successful in drawing the coveted...

Opening Day – 2008 Oregon Duck Season

Were you to ask me regarding my opinion of the time spent between duck seasons, you would likely receive from me a single word answer:  Torture.  Plain, simple, agonizing torture.  As such, you can imagine the excitement which brews in the Thomsen home on the evening...

My First Buck – Montana 2002

I’ll admit it:  At twenty-six years old, I had yet to kill a buck.  Oh, I’d tried, but my ramblings through the soaking jungles of western Oregon had bore much more resemblence to clumsy nature hikes than true hunting excursions.  Too, I’d had some...