Open to the Public

Arriving with the same excitement as a money-laden birthday card from Grandma, the result of my 2006-07 application for a waterfowl hunt was in my mailbox. […]


The Road to Rails

Flooding the marsh, the tide looked like a groundswell of water in a rapidly clogging kitchen sink.

If you were the homeowner you might say “Oh crap.”

If you were a rail hunter you’d say, “Keep on risin’.” […]


Knee Deep in Reds

If you have ever seen a sailboat under full sail pass in front of a setting sun, then you have seen the sight that was in front of me. […]


Plotting for Turkeys

Walking through the hurricane-ravaged Francis Marion National Forest, the logging road provided the only clear path illuminated by an April full moon. […]


Kite Bites

James Taylor sang about seeing fire and rain. I don’t know exactly what Taylor saw, but if he was an offshore fisherman, it could have been the scene off the bow of the sportfishing boat I was aboard. […]