Mama’s Antenna

My Mama, when it comes to shooting is quite deadly and is naturally good at shooting a firearm. She can go months without shooting and then pick one up, and put us all to shame. This circulates in my brain whenever I piss her off. But one very cold fall day, way back into the…

Firsts for my Best Friend

                  I would say I have three best friends, but for this blog post I am going to talk about one in particularly. My freshman year of college I walked into a 300+ person lecture hall and out of those 300 I didn’t know a single person….

This earth day thank a HUNTER.

You may read the title and wonder what I might be getting at. In the United States on Earth Day you should thank a Hunter and this is why….   A hunter is the number 1 contributor to conservation in the COUNTRY. Everyday Sportsman or sportswoman gives 8 million to conservation. On average over 38 billion…

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…