Hunting In MASS: Learning the Ropes

My first trip hunting in Massachusetts was an attempt at taking my eager backyard squirrel chaser, Calvin, out to try our hand at squirrel hunting. It was the first small game season to open in Massachusetts, and I was interested to see if chasing squirrels around the yard translated into helping me harvest tree rodents.ContinueContinue reading “Hunting In MASS: Learning the Ropes”

Lackadaisical Archery Hunting

I am a horrible Archery Hunter. Not necessarily a poor archer (although archery is not my strongest suit), but a very lackadaisical archery hunter. The difference being, an archer is someone who regularly shoots a bow, and an archery hunter is someone who is actively trying to harvest animals with a bow and arrow. I consider myselfContinueContinue reading “Lackadaisical Archery Hunting”

Lost Classics

Two of my favorite places in the entire world are not too far apart from one another. Nestled in the Northern Woods of Minnesota, quiet, secluded, and serene are two cabins owned by my Grandfathers. As a boy, I relished any opportunity I had to escape to either cabin, where I was free to runContinueContinue reading “Lost Classics”