Case: Pining for the grouse woods of yesteryear
I saw a grouse in the clouds in my coffee. He was right there, plain as day.

I saw a grouse in the clouds in my coffee. He was right there, plain as day.

Call off the search parties. Send all the guys with the hound dogs home. I know I have been woefully out of touch, but please try to understand.

If you think all of the hunting is over after deer season, folks, you are really missing the boat.

The loud banging on the door woke me from a wonderful dream.

I used to get tired of hearing about the good old days.

All experienced hunters have one thing in common: We all had good teachers and mentors who showed us how to start down the hunting trail.

The muskellunge (muskie or musky for short) has long been known of as the "fish of 10,000 casts."

It was a scene that could take place almost anywhere in the country in the past hundred years. I realized we were living an old tradition.

As in years past, it is the Saturday before the buck season opener and I am in camp cooking, making chili of course.

It is funny how some memories stick with you over the years.
