Hunting Camp: In the Company of Men

There are moments when nostalgia hits me like a sledgehammer. I was listening to some tales of first bucks on a podcast on the way to and from work, Wired to Hunt, and the host, Mark Kenyon, shared a story of being in camp and going out to see a buck his grandfather had shot. My head spun back to being a young boy in camp. Memories of looking at deer as they were hanging, dreaming of when I'd hang mine up. Cleaning the table so the guys could play cards. Fetching a beer when asked. Following Dad, then Gramp, then Mike and Ron through the woods. Leaning on and learning from those same characters. Lessons in the woods by day, lessons about the woods at night, listening to the wood stove snap a

Erosion and Noise Pollution- A Rant

I could be described, at times, and accurately, as a curmudgeon. One of my more recent pet peeves is motorized recreation, in particular ATV/OHV use. I also tend to get irritated with dirt bikes and jet skis. I've used these machines and even had fun on them, but typically after 5-10 minutes, it is mostly just noisy, stinky, and destructive. I have neighbors who let their grandchildren ride for hours around and around the same loop on their property. I hope one of them gets famous and makes millions riding, but I doubt it will happen. I can't say anything, it is certainly within their rights as landowners. These same neighbors have now begun to ride up and down the road- illegal in our in to