My family and I recently returned from our annual elk hunting trip. It was one for the books, in so many ways. More on that in another post. On my way home, a good friend, who knows the trouble I have saying “NO” sent me this picture. My first thought was this is a great…
Can you believe it is almost February? An entire month into 2018. The holidays and past month have been somewhat of a blur, time really does seem to travel faster the older you get. The last time I wrote to you it was opening day of deer season. I’m sorry to report I did not…
This past weekend marked opening day of deer season in Texas. And, considering we have a half of beef and several wild pigs in the freezer, I have decided to trophy hunt. In other words, unless it is a massive buck, I’m just gonna sit and watch and enjoy being perched in a tree. Alone.…
The men and boys in my life love to bow hunt. This has never appealed to me for various reasons. Bow season is still hot in Texas. Which means the mosquitos are still awful. And, you can’t wear repellent. And it’s hot. And well, I just don’t have time for all that. However, I do have…
Here is the end, as promised, of the two plus weeks I’ve bombarded your feed and e-mail with elk camp pictures and stories. After today, there will only be cute chipmunk pictures and everything shall go back to normal for awhile. Wyoming Barn. Any of you who would like purchase this as a gift for my…
A few days ago I shared the travel pictures taken en route to elk camp. Well, we finally arrived. My sister, Rita, her boyfriend, Jason and their dog Atlas, joined us a few days later as well as some friends from Tennessee. I’ll not bore you with the details, such as 3 days of rain, Rita getting…
Having been in the wilderness for over a week, I had lost track of the days. Realizing on my evening hunt that it was, in fact, Wednesday, I began snapping pictures from my perch. Here is what I saw. This is the view to my left, see my shadow? View to my right……. And behind…
My last walk of September was, as you may recall, taken in Wyoming. Our annual elk hunting trip hit the Cowboy State this year, thanks to careful planning and the luck of the draw. I’ll touch more on our 2 week adventure later this week but for now I’d like to share the photos I…
Chicken keeping has been, and always will be, laced with tragedy. Yesterday I turned my darlings out on the way to the deer stand so they could scratch about for a couple of hours before bedtime. As I sat nestled in my tree I could hear our neighbors shouting at their dogs, nothing out of…
When does a stump become a topless tree? Is it 6 inches, 12 inches, 2 feet? Is there some magic, official “stump number” used to determine if the wood qualifies? I was contemplating this while deer hunting Sunday morning, I found myself seated on an old railroad cross tie behind a dead Sweetgum tree in…
The Wicked Chicken 