Breaking the Pattern

A tiny knot of uncertainty curled in my stomach as we neared the gray stand. I had passed on a potentially legal buck the night before and a legal doe hoping to see something this morning. Deer were never guaranteed at the family ranch, and my desire to prolong our hunting weekend might just backfire.

First Blood: Part 1

I didn’t like doing stuff outside. Ever. I grew up wearing pink satin, sequins, rhinestones, fluffy tulle, and shiny pointe shoes inside a very nicely climate controlled and clean dance studio. When I wasn’t doing ballet, I was curled up somewhere with a book inside.

Chasing Turkeys One Last Time

We finally made it out to the ranch for the final days of spring turkey season in South Texas! There was one caveat, though; for the first half of the weekend, I would also be performing 45 minutes away in a ballet production!