I finally laced-up and got my fingers bloody during the first dawn of September, with a full-camo Franchi loaded with Black Cloud BBs, dumping Canada geese from the sky.

There are three times of year I utterly despise: 1. March. March in Minnesota is worthless. Period. 2. Early April. After a long winter, and a March that generally lasts as long as the other 4 months of winter, early April is about as comforting as a black bear swat across the arse. I’m a huge...

As a died-in-the-wool Minnesotan, if I’ve said it once I’ve said it a thousand times: The cold weather ain’t so bad once you go numb. And dumb as it sounds, I actually take a bit of pride in my abilities to survive—thrive, rather—in lip-quivering temps. Put me in Texas in July, however, and I whimpe...

I hooked up with Shannon Young a short time ago. (First, Shannon is a boy. Second, get your mind out of the gutter.) It started out as another random Facebook Chat conversation … you know—the kind where that annoying little box pops up in the corner of the screen when you’re trying to do covert reco...

Whoever said, “Big things come in small packages,” is an idiot. I got a call this morning at my desk letting me know there was a “crate” in Hunter shipping headquarters with my name on it. After finishing my game of Angry Birds, and still slightly puzzled, I wandered downstairs to investigate and, s...

If you’re anything like me—which frankly might not be a good thing in many aspects of life—June is a time of year when hunting seems farther away then ever. Sure, a few carp have recently stirred their last batch of freshly laid bluegill eggs thanks to a well-placed bowfishing arrow, but the June lu...

It’s funny how things sneak up on a fella. As I mentioned before, my truck turning 100,000 miles caught me by surprise, big time. When I’m shooting carp in May, the Minnesota bear application deadline catches me by surprise, generally sending me in panic to the nearest licensing agent at the bottom...

There comes a time in every man’s life—and woman’s, too, I suppose, although I have no direct experience there—when an event takes place that completely changes our outlook, whether it’s hunting related or not, and whether it’s a positive or negative experience. For some, I suppose, turning 40 year...