Friday, November 22 5:56 AM. MST The revolutions of the stove fan grow slower and slower. Momentum fading like the last drops of daylight...

Light a fire, pour a drink, and settle into that comfy chair – winter is reading season. If you have someone on your holiday list that...

We were due. I know it's presumptuous to believe a river owes you something, but I did, and could make a strong argument the sentiment...

The tent fly, sleeping bags, and assorted soggy fishing-wear flap restlessly on our makeshift clothesline. Thick-cut bacon sizzles in...

The percolator surges on a worn Coleman camp stove, sending savory streams of mahogany up the stem and into the glass top. Sporadic...

Seger's Against the Wind choruses in the background while lazy wipers slap back and forth and tires hum over damp blacktop...

Among friends and family, it's no secret that my two boys, Blake now 21 and Kyle now 23, out fish, out hike, and out hunt me on the...

It was June of 2019. Blake, Dad, and I were gathered around a fire on a tiny island deep in the Canadian backcountry on a trip that had...

Sweat from every pore of my body was dripping onto the cursed stationary bike when the text from my buddy Mark buzzed through. "When we...

As Steve disappeared over the snow-covered cliff, I remember thinking He's dead. Day one, and he's already dead. It was June of '94 and...

I'm in the kitchen, because it's already dark, and I'm bored senseless; determined to remedy the situation with a few slices of salami,...

Shivering cold, asses wetly planted inside the puddled, hastily assembled tent, soggy feet hanging outside the zippered doors while a...

It's mid July, hotter than hell, and the AC in the truck is out. We're cruising the highway with the windows down and the music up. At...

It was supposed to be a hunting trip. My oldest son, Kyle, moved to Bozeman in 2018 to attend college and since that time my dad and I...