KINGDOM. HUNTING. DAD.

My fingers made their own wake through cool, crisp, brackish water as the Suzuki 4-stroke propelled us along.

As they opened their stockings and I lay in bed listening to them, I couldn't help but smile at their happiness.

The perfect cold front is rolling in. Gun season starts about a week earlier than usual and the bucks are hitting the peak rut.

A chant of courage with a hint of peer pressure...