Confession From a Deer Hunter

Confession From a Deer Hunter

As I hike to my deer stand, my mind drifts back to when I was a young girl walking into the dark confessional at my church. Yes, I grew up in the Catholic Church, and the memory of stepping into the strange cubicle for the first time was nothing less than a mixture of...
Life and Death at Dead Low

Life and Death at Dead Low

  A quiet stroll in my backyard was interrupted by a loud commotion coming from a pair of green herons. They were distress cries, and the birds’ panic and urgency were unmistakable. The marsh was alive with activity on this hot summer morning, but the dead low...
A Turkey Tale for Our Times

A Turkey Tale for Our Times

 We were convinced we were looking at an old warrior turkey, weathered and scarred from battles fought. My, were we ever wrong! I couldn’t sleep—I never can the night before Opening Day of turkey season. When my wake-up call blasted me out of bed, I immediately went...