Category Archives: Hunting With The Curmudgeon

[There are many ways to experience election day, this is one.] With timeless unhurried grace the sun rose. It was cold. I wanted it to rise faster. The sun doesn’t give a shit. I sat there and shivered. I was … Continue reading →

It was a very cold day. I started to shiver again. A sub zero dawn makes bowling seem like a far saner hobby than hunting. If I was in my usual deer stand I’d have my back frozen to a … Continue reading →

The night before the big day (opening day is Christmas, but with guns) all hell broke loose. My truck got a flat, I picked up what felt like a head cold, the checkbook was empty, there was a power outage, … Continue reading →

There are as many ways to hunt as there are hunters. If you hunt I’m sure you’ll agree. If you don’t hunt, this post is not for you. Hippie! Usually I “still hunt”. Still hunting (for those who don’t know) … Continue reading →

“Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings of the hunter.” That’s the quote that popped into my head this morning while I was out hunting.  Curmudgeons hunt. I had to put it front and center … Continue reading →