When Porcupines Attack

When Porcupines Attack

It was a cold, rainy Nova Scotia afternoon in December, the last day of the 2014 deer season. So far, my luck had been pretty bad. I’d been out only once before, for a four-hour hunt that had resulted in one tick bite, one case of Lyme disease, one nasty staph...

My first deer

When I was in high school, back in the late 1980s, I used to feel contempt for the guys who skipped school to go deer hunting every year. Though I didn’t say anything to their faces, privately I thought they were stupid and backwards. Of course, I’d also...

Guns, Guns, Guns

I wouldn’t call myself a gun enthusiast. I don’t get enthusiastic about guns. I just kinda like them. I like them the way I like my car, or my circular saw, or my computer. They’re tools, that’s all. I’ve owned four different guns in the...

Duck Hunting 101

On the last day of 2012, I rolled out of bed at 5 am and began to get ready. Long johns, thermal undershirt, military surplus fleece pants, another thermal undershirt, two pairs of socks, a fleece pullover, and finally my hunting jacket, ski cap, balaclava, and...