Another Season Passed

As Scott and I looked out over the sunny marsh, I knew the season was over.  The season had been ended by neither the predetermined end date set forth by the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife nor by the closing of the given area in which we hunt.  As we sat in...

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  The road was, well, nonexistent, as it had been replaced by...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. ...

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...