Sports: Off the Porch

May. 10, 2014 @ 08:10 PM

Confessions of an Outdoor Mama’s Boy

It’s the height of the striper season on the Roanoke River. I fished there this week and I’ve had a ball.


May. 03, 2014 @ 07:58 PM

Big tackle for big fish

My first surf fishing trips to the Outer Banks were a mixed bag. 


Apr. 26, 2014 @ 06:48 PM

Creedmoor Cup, Eastern Games come to N.C.

I began my High Power Rifle career at Camp Butner in a Director of Civilian Marksmanship or DCM Service Rifle Clinic. 


Apr. 19, 2014 @ 08:21 PM

Spring is the time for striped bass

Spring is a time when everything in creation gets motivated. 


Apr. 12, 2014 @ 05:03 PM

There’s nothing like friendship

Real friends are better than gold, even if they do have their flaws. 


Apr. 05, 2014 @ 06:55 PM

Two-time Charley on the Roanoke

My back hurt, and I decided to rest it on the front deck of the skiff. My fleece jacket was rolled up and I was using it as a pillow. A cloud was obstructing the sun, and my eyes were comfortably closed. 


Mar. 29, 2014 @ 05:52 PM

Spending some time with a real Texas Cowboy

The building is simple with a hodgepodge of furniture I can tell was pieced together to furnish it. 


Mar. 15, 2014 @ 10:20 PM

Sometimes less is worth more


Mar. 02, 2014 @ 12:00 AM

Being low man on the pole isn’t bad as long as you’re learning

The drill was fairly complicated for someone with my attention span and ability to stay cool under stress.


Feb. 22, 2014 @ 08:46 PM

Give it your best shot

We were at the old Tarheel Gun Club, and I was sitting on the porch with Jason, the club keeper who always wore blue denim bib overalls.


Feb. 15, 2014 @ 07:24 PM

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know. 
His house is in the village though; 
He will not see me stopping here 
To watch his woods fill up with snow. 

My little horse must think it queer 
To stop without a farmhouse near. 
Between the woods and frozen lake 
The darkest evening of the year. 

He gives his harness bells a shake 
To ask if there is some mistake. 
The only other sound’s the sweep 
Of easy wind and downy flake. 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, 
But I have promises to keep, 
And miles to go before I sleep, 
And miles to go before I sleep.
 

 

Feb. 08, 2014 @ 07:03 PM

Women are harder to train than Labradors, but more rewarding

It happens to me on a regular basis. Someone’s been reading my newspaper column, and they comment on how they wish their wife liked doing outdoor stuff, or that she’d at least go fishing or hunting with them.


Feb. 01, 2014 @ 07:24 PM

A great way to spend a winter day

The desire to shoot ducks overpowered my sense of reason and comfort. 


Jan. 25, 2014 @ 06:06 PM

Pheasant hunt offers Lone Star power

As we worked our way towards the edge of the field, I called to Cherie to keep her eyes open.


Jan. 11, 2014 @ 08:01 PM

Enduring Gratitude helps those who fought for us

What have you done lately for the men who protect your freedom?