Watching a boy become a man has to be one if the most rewarding aspects of fatherhood. Last weekend, my son took a major step in that direction. As is often the case in fatherhood, it was one of those experiences where the whole was greater than the sum of the individual parts. And it was a fantastic reminder of the things that are good in life.[Read more…] about A Boy Becomes a Man
The masculine soul rarely gets fed in the modern workplace. My typical workday starts with court in the morning. That usually lasts an hour or so, then I’m back to the office to answer e-mails, return phone calls, counsel clients, and review or prepare documents. It’s all done wearing a suit, sitting in a comfortable chair, in a comfortable office, with everyone well-groomed and looking their best. But not last Wednesday.[Read more…] about Young Coyotes, Wild Turkeys, and the Masculine Soul
I arrived at Deer Camp around noon on Friday, November 21. It was a beautiful fall day in Kentucky: sunny and clear, around 55 degrees. After I got my things settled into my room, I toured the facility and met the other deer campers as they arrived. We had 10 people total at camp, but only a few of us were hunting. The rest were just there for the fellowship, the tradition, and the outdoor experience. Those hunting included Zach’s uncle, a very experienced hunter who had taught Zach to hunt and track deer; Sarah, the 14-year-old daughter of Zach’s best childhood friend, who had taken her first deer a year earlier at the Camp, and me, the absolute newbie on his first hunt. [Read more…] about Zero to Hunt, Part Two: Deer Camp
“Don’t let him get hurt.” Those were my sister-in-law’s last words to my brother-in-law before we went out the door. My brother-in-law and my father-in-law decided I needed to learn how to shoot a rifle and that they were the ones to teach me how to do it. We kind of laughed at her words and headed out to the countryside to fire off some rounds with various rifles and pistols.
It was a lot of fun, and I was a pretty good shot. We worked our way from smaller calibers to a .270 deer rifle. While a .270 is still fairly light for a deer rifle, it was more than I was ready for that day. I sighted up my target, took a breath, squeezed the trigger and, after the shot, felt a tinge of pain right between my eyes. I had not given myself enough eye relief, and the rifle’s recoil had sent the scope right into my face. I wasn’t hurt, except for my pride, and it was more funny than painful. But the scope had sliced my skin and left me with a bruise and some blood, so there was no escaping the ridicule that was coming, especially given my sister-in-law’s admonition before we left. [Read more…] about Zero to Hunt, Part One: Shooting