Please note: this story includes colorful language and could be offensive to some readers. My story starts before the ass crack of dawn. It turns out I am not highly motivated at 4 am, so my boyfriend (Matt) kindly assigns me the task of feeding the dogs and making myself a coffee before we go. …
There I Was… “What the heck am I doing?” I asked myself aloud, not for the first or last time that day. My cold, winter-cracked fingers bled as I attempted to tie the size 18 Pink Reece’s Fusion nymph to my tippet, turning the pink ostrich herl a dark shade of crimson. Earlier today, as …
Emotions of the First Deer “The buck brought me to my knees and then to rub salt in the wound, gifted me a memento to remember the moment.” There I was… I made a commitment to myself that the first game animal I hunted would be done so alone. It’s indisputable that learning happens a …
