Tales From The Outlands
The Weight of the Hunt
Mid-November tends to carry a certain crispness in the air, a whisper of cold without the full bite of winter. It’s the time of year when the woods feel different—more...
The Weight of the Hunt
Mid-November tends to carry a certain crispness in the air, a whisper of cold without the full bite of winter. It’s the time of year when the woods feel different—more...
Coffee in the Wilderness
There’s something about a cup of coffee out in the wild that just hits differently. Maybe it’s the way the steam swirls up into the morning air, dissolving into the...
Coffee in the Wilderness
There’s something about a cup of coffee out in the wild that just hits differently. Maybe it’s the way the steam swirls up into the morning air, dissolving into the...
An Alaskan Adventure
There’s something about the Alaskan backcountry that stays with you, like a scar you can’t help but be proud of. It’s not just the landscapes, though they’re as wild and...
An Alaskan Adventure
There’s something about the Alaskan backcountry that stays with you, like a scar you can’t help but be proud of. It’s not just the landscapes, though they’re as wild and...
Who We Are
We’re the ones who get up at the crack of dawn, despite knowing full well that our beds are much warmer than the inside of the thermos in our pack....
Who We Are
We’re the ones who get up at the crack of dawn, despite knowing full well that our beds are much warmer than the inside of the thermos in our pack....
Breaking Ice and Chasing Ducks
The air was razor-sharp that morning, the kind of cold that settles deep into your bones and makes you understand why sane people choose to stay in bed. I cinched...
Breaking Ice and Chasing Ducks
The air was razor-sharp that morning, the kind of cold that settles deep into your bones and makes you understand why sane people choose to stay in bed. I cinched...
Winter Bronzebacks
Winter smallmouth fishing is one of my favorite times of year. The crowds are gone, the world is quiet, and every fish feels earned. There’s no mindless casting, no burning...
Winter Bronzebacks
Winter smallmouth fishing is one of my favorite times of year. The crowds are gone, the world is quiet, and every fish feels earned. There’s no mindless casting, no burning...