Fall

It’s coming. I stood out on my deck this afternoon just to let the wind whip my hair, to listen to it harassing the trees and I could sense it. As it tantalized my nose with the scent of sweet, warm rain I could smell it. When the rain began trickling down my arms and…

Testing the Waters

It is a new season in life for me in many ways. Not only do I have a new baby but I recently got married and moved to Montana. It is also a new hunting season but not just any hunting season…it is my first hunting season in my new home state. I left behind…

Scalpel Skills

Talking about how to preserve that priceless cape may seem like a topic better saved for closer to hunting season but if we think about it now we may save ourselves costly mistakes that end up in disappointment at the taxidermy shop. When it comes to caping, the scalpel is without question the only tool…

Sweat the Small Stuff

I was reading a motivational article on our habit as busy humans to worry about little things that don’t really matter. It steals from our overall quality of life and in the end never helps our situation anyway. My final thought on the matter was the realization that just as real live sweating can leave…

Smokescreen

Here in the western part of this gorgeous country, the fall season is inevitably shrouded in an orange tinted haze of smoke. The sun is faded and easy to look at in it’s ruddy glory. The smell that looms is, for me, a good one…bringing with it memories of each fall before it. Fall is…

I Am a Hunter

My name is Lindsay Persico and I am a hunter. The word hunter doesn’t really capture the essence of what I love to do and in reality who I am. When someone says they are a hunter the visions of the orange clad, weapon wielding, blood crazed, weekend red-neck come to mind. The word has…