The Little Fellow

The Little Fellow

Today’s hunt was to be a 6man hunt. Two trucks rolled to a stop on the half mud and half gravel drive. Out poured the family of brothers, uncles, sons of uncles and kin of all kinds. What stood out was unexpected. There standing at the old man’s elbow was, but a wee...
The Perfect Hunt

The Perfect Hunt

A Father and Son hunted our Farm with Scott, our dogs Rip and Chance. It was one of our typical hunts. The dogs were pointing and the birds were taking flight. The guide was as silent as his own shadow, when the two men started speaking. It turns out the father had an...