You can’t eat the antlers (but you can eat the hole)

You can’t eat the antlers (but you can eat the hole)

By Andy Duffy I studied the deer through the scope of my rifle. The buck was big; I had no doubt. As he slowly meandered toward the brush, I centered my crosshairs on his vitals. I would have time to either squeeze off a shot or take another bite of my doughnut. I put...
After Fatherhood

After Fatherhood

By Blake Sherburne I cannot remember catching my first fish. I asked my dad the other night, and he does not remember either. I know that I was ice fishing at an early age because my little sister would not be left home, and my parents remember that dad had to change...