I love every day of what I do.
My first experience at a gun show was in the old War Memorial Coliseum, in Winston Salem.
I checked the scope one more time as the line official announced our time would begin when the targets appeared.
I remember scouting for deer in the mountains of Montgomery County with my friend, Joe Clodfelter about thirty years ago.
The tip of the rod dipped down, almost into the water from the strike. Like the previous fish, this was a good one.
The temperature was just below 70. The banks were lined in lush green vegetation and, in spite of all the recent rain we’ve had, the water in Oak Hollow Lake was remarkably clear.
It’s a common misconception that once a bullet leaves the muzzle of a gun, it rises.
James Williams was grumpy, even for a guy who works in a tackle shop.
There is an old adage, if you like what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.
A boat anchored in an eddy drifts a bit, no matter how well it’s anchored.
Doctor Dick White was sitting at his usual T-Ville Diner booth and Uncle Evander stopped by his table to chat.
In my travels as an outdoor writer, I come into contact with a lot of outdoor people.
The feeling that came with getting out of elementary school has no comparable emotion when you’re an adult.