Hunting
Cramp Ocmulgee
It was freezing. The kind of cold that makes fingers useless and men huddle around a Coleman stove out of necessity. It had been that cold every morning and every evening, making the hunting lackluster […]
life and longbows
Hunting
Gratitude and Respect
On a cool December evening a few years ago I shot a nice hog with my longbow near the Savannah River in South Carolina. The hit looked perfect and the arrow slipped effortlessly through her. […]