Sometimes it’s difficult getting on the same page as your hunting partner.

Sometimes Southern hospitality goes only so far.

Dealing with a hearing-impaired ride-along.

When they think of stargazing, most people imagine a quiet, relaxing time under the night sky, the soft chirps of crickets filling the evening air. Not me. At least not on this night. It’s 2 a.m., and I’m standing in the middle of a pasture deep in southern Mississippi looking straight up into the night sky. Ten minutes earlier, I had made a great shot on a bobcat at over 200 yards.

What would you do to gain hunting access to prime coyote property? I’m sure I have my limitations, but I haven’t turned down anything, yet. I’ve run fence, done auto repair, moved a single mom’s furniture, including a couch. I’ve installed a hot water heater and have done landscaping.

An elusive coyote mocks a lucky hunter from the great beyond.

Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good.

I’ve read that great art comes from pain. I’m not sure about the “great art” part, but my hunting cartoons usually come from a place of pain, disappointment, frustration. Well, you get the picture.