Ever been lost?

Ever been lost?

My father had been taking me into the woods since I was as young as I can remember.  On one cold, bluebird sky fall day in my early teen years I was allowed to go out hunting by myself for one of the first times.  My excitement was obvious as I walked across the...
The gift of one another

The gift of one another

There is nothing like a painted dawn in the Mississippi Delta.  On the recent opening morning of hunting season we arrived well before dawn and had time to sit in the quiet for a while and enjoy the earliest moments of the day.  During those times I seem to reflect on...