Somewhere, there is a photo of Dad and I in our matching red and black plaid wool jackets at Christmas. They look like this but red: Although last year, Dad did not wear his wool pants as much, we usually look like twins when we head off into the woods. It's our...

I have been thinking about it since Friday.  The gobbling that just got closer and closer, seeing the quick movement in the dense trees and brush just in front of me, that black band across the top of those dark brown feathers and his white head stretching above...

We've waited all year for this!  Deer season was back.  Hubs, Dad and I had a rough idea of where we were going to sit to start the morning, when and where we would move to next and the basic game plan for the morning hunt. But then, I looked at the trail...