This land is Deerland

I’m interested in deer. There’s one deer, especially, that I’m interested in – the one that’s currently out there somewhere, minding its own business, unaware that, come November, I’m going to shoot it. This is most definitely my year. But I’m also interested in deer at the macro level. Deer as wildlife, deer as shrubbery […]

The deer schneid

I suspect it would be really easy to write an interesting, engaging post about a successful deer hunt. I mean, really, the thing practically writes itself. You go out in the freezing pre-dawn dark, you sit in your treestand, listening. Then, when there’s just enough light to see (and to legally shoot), you hear the […]

The Maine chance

It’s that time of year again. The time when the leaves we’re not raking pile up all over the property. The remains of the plants in the garden we haven’t decommissioned slowly turn brown. The herbs we haven’t planted in the hoophouse don’t yield basil, thyme, or oregano. The tuna we haven’t caught swims in […]

Going into hiding

I come from a long line of furriers. Okay, that’s not strictly true. I come from a long line of Austro-Hungarian cattle rustlers and one furrier, my grandfather, who apparently became a furrier only because Minneapolis got too hot to hold him, apparently because the mob was pissed at him, apparently because he was an […]