Even the Best Laid Plans
While the initial reaction of “just shoot the bugger” was met with initial approval, it didn’t take long to realize that this would leave camp drenched in skunk spray.
While the initial reaction of “just shoot the bugger” was met with initial approval, it didn’t take long to realize that this would leave camp drenched in skunk spray.
We’re at a diner near Chamberlain, South Dakota eating breakfast before a day of pheasant hunting.
Resigned to the delay, I looked out the window at Lake Michigan.
I’m home alone and the garage door just opened. It’s dark outside. I am not expecting company.
But as these things often do, the answer presented itself at a moment when I least expected it…
When his orange chicken, mongolian beef, fried rice and fortune cookies arrived he ate his fill…
From dusty little-league ball diamonds full of screaming kids, to the cool multi-million dollar industry of the big leagues, baseball is America’s pastime.
While the destination eludes me, what happened on the ride home is something I’ll never forget…
Duct taped to the metal streetlight post, a tattered piece of white printer paper flapped in the breeze….
It turns out that directionally-impaired cicadas burst with a red splotch when they slam head first into an oncoming biker.
And it was all thanks to Joe Carter and the ball he parked in the left field bleachers…
The other day as I was flipping through the channels and I came to the Outdoor Life Network. What I saw there is a story worth telling…
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