It was the end of opening day at camp. The wood stove was burning. The stories of the hunt had been shared - growing taller as the...

The hum of the tires is noticeable as we drive in silence, not yet coming to agreement on the music selection. I’m with my 19-year-old...

Many of you that know me have heard me talk about Shastaland, but not everyone knows the backstory. Here it is. Ever since my first time...

We’ve all been there, that moment when you wonder did that all just really happen or was it a dream? For me it was the day I shot my...