Triple, Triple

Triple, Triple

December 15th, I awoke in the back of my pickup to frost covering a surplus mil bivy keeping the starry night desert temps at bay.  I was tucked away in a secluded wash on New Mexico State Land, a small square among a sea of Bureau of Land Management ground...
Fisk Knives

Fisk Knives

There is no better time than the Summer of 2020 to have a conversation about American Craftsmanship. I jogged across Canton Street on a damp morning in January of this year to explore the ocean of booths at the Dallas Safari Club Convention and Expo.  Hoping to beat...
I May Never Return to Hellroaring

I May Never Return to Hellroaring

Sometime after the last wild bird fell of the 2019 season, when the rain was steady in the Hill Country, I found myself pouring over a map one evening after putting the boys to bed.  These nights have become a yearly tradition as I plan a summer trip to Yellowstone. ...

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