I turned 50 this year. That means I’ve survived four years longer on this planet than my father did. Dad never met...

I’m a little squeamish when it comes to handling eyeballs and brains. You’d think that after dismembering hundreds of...

My first memories of a creek trace back to Hackers Creek. As water runs its course, Hackers transforms it from the...

The flowers in these photos are late boneset. It goes by a few other names — lateflowering thoroughwort, white...

The term “redneck” has a dubious history. It’s a label that’s been applied to me more than a few times. While I’ve...

Ripples have long since faded from its last gurgle as the black popper sits motionless on the mirror surface. The calm...

With the truck unloaded after a weekend camping trip, I decided to pilfer through storage spaces in the Tacoma and...

I always have to convince myself that the first gobbler I hear in the spring was really a gobbler. It wasn’t a...

The little whitetail doe crept to the waters edge as I stood, with fly rod in hand, waist deep in sparkling Piney...

The morning’s hunt in the Ozark National Forest had ended with four fat gray squirrels riding home in my truck. As I...

The blue jay’s soft, bell-like call sounded like it was saying “look, look.” So I did. As my eyes scanned the tangle...

We were turning over the soil in our new garden bed when we hit black dirt. In a garden full of heavy, red clay, even...