Yeah, yeah. Everybody else around here is back on boats. Everybody but me. All I want is a canoe ride down the Nooksack, that big beautiful river right down the road. It’s full of ducks, geese, even swans. There’s probably even steelhead in...
From a putrefying swamp to a slobbering dog’s mouth to the dinner table of some of our best friends, those three mallards hold a special place in my heart. Yes, I will remember them, at least for the next year, as the fruits of Wylie’s labors on...
You’ll recall that I had just fired and watched an injured bird sail away over the horizon… The three of us met up and Katie says “it dropped right over here, right?” “No, it flew way over to that other pond” I replied “No,...
Two full years have passed since Wylie has hunted. Well, that`s not quite true; in Baja he hunted poisonous toads, skunks, bobcats, lizards, herring, and the occasional sea lion. In Austin he hunted raccoons, squirrels, armadillos and god knows what else on...
We parked on the side of the house so they couldn’t see us approach. We tiptoed through the yard to avoid detection. As we reached the house, Katie saw her opportunity in the open sliding glass door, and so she began scaling the wall to reach the second...
As you know, Wylie opted out of our upcoming Alaskan adventure in order to spend more time with his grandparents. As we said our goodbyes in Austin, Wylie told us he wanted to come after all, grizzly bears be damned. But the wheels were already in motion. We cried...
