Turkey Bombs recipe

Long ago, before Sarah ( “BS” as my dad likes to say) my parents lived in Arizona and there my dad loved to turkey hunt. The turkeys there were full of acorns, bugs and good flavor.  Cooking turkey was simple, it didn’t need much to make it taste amazing. Later on my parents and I moved…

My First Hunt and the Biggest Lesson

Each time I pull the trigger or release an arrow, I take a deep breath and can feel the oxygen flood my brain. The surge of oxygen allows for the release of adrenaline which has been diluting my concentration. Simultaneously a memory floods my brain—a memory of my first hunt and the lesson that I…

Chugging beers and chasing deer

You may read this title and think “what the hell!” Well, you should, but it’s not what you think. One afternoon, during my junior year in high school, I went hunting with my dad. It was at a place we frequented—located on the other side of a ridge that lines the back of our house….