THE LAST DITCH GROUSE HUNT

Seize the moments when they arise! At the end of last September, things really fell apart at the old law firm that I was working with.  To sum up, it felt like I was on the sinking Titanic.  I did some soul searching over the next few days and the unmistakable answer came to me…

THE LOST GUN

They say that time heals all wounds.  It has been almost six years, but this is still a tough one to write down.  Back in 2008, my brother Shawn gave me a 20 Gauge Ruger Red Label before the start of our annual week in Idaho’s uplands.  At the time, the over and under was…