The morning hunt was a success. The sunrise had been spectacular and the birds worked to his beckoning call with ease. The old man left the slough carrying out 6 large ducks and even a bonus canada goose who got a little too close. Jake was happy too. With the truck loaded up again the old …
Day 1
Why I write: I write because I have feelings. I write because there are things that run through my mind that I can’t talk about with the average person. I write because I feel pain and I want to express it. I write because I am longing for something I can’t have. I write because …
The Old Man and Jake PT. 5
The sleep came easy last night despite the shortcomings of his hotel bed. Jake’s dreams seemed to be filled with birds as he whimpered throughout the night. The old man found himself not dreadful of the alarm clock ringing at 4am, but instead, he was elated. He knew that the sunrise would bring a promise …
The Old Man and Jake- PT 4
It was a peaceful walk back to the truck that evening. The waning sun warmed the old man's skin as they zigzagged down the beaten path back to the parking lot. Even though the hunt was over, the old man's vest carrying three roosters, Jake continued to work a tight pattern out in front …
November 4th, 2017
Tonight, I hunted the Wes man stand. I realize how cheesy the name sounds even in typing it. The name could have been something more appropriate like the "all the way back" stand, considering its location on the property, or I could even handle something of the more gory type like "slaughter ridge" etc. Â But …
The Old Man and Jake- Pt. 3
The old man slurped another spoonful of the soup from his bowl. It was the soup of the day at the small town diner across the street from his hotel home. The warm chicken broth beat away the cold in his muscles and bones still lingering from the morning duck hunt. He and Jake had …
Fragrance
With my anniversary quickly approaching, I am inclined to ponder about what gift I should bestow upon my wife that could possibly say thanks for tolerating me for the past year. Jewelry had crossed my mind a time or two, if only I could persuade my bank account to cough up the money it doesn’t …
The Old Man and Jake- PT 2
The old man and Jake were back in the truck before sunrise the next morning. The scent of gas station coffee filled the cab of the truck. The headlights retraced the gravel roads to the public lands they had visited the day before. Parking in the grassy lot, the old man slid from his truck …
The Old Man and Jake- Part 1
The gravel pinged the side of the truck as it steered down the rock road. In the rear view, the old man could see the cloud of dust slowly billowing up behind his tires and drifting off the side of the road with the breeze. Out in front, he gazed upon miles and miles of …
Summer Time Blues
Oh, how I loathe the summer. It's as if my whole outlook on life shifts as the spring rains give way to the unbearable South Carolina heat and humidity. Oh, the humidity, the soul sucking, clothes drenching, heaviness that is this humidity. It's a wonder that anyone ever remained here after the expansion to the …
The Fall Experience 