Category: Hunting and Fishing

God rest her soul, my mother was clearly unhappy. Flapping in the backyard breeze, a bright crimson line striped her freshly laundered bed sheet from the clothesline. The oak tree above, and squirrel in a heap underneath, linked the suspect to the crime. Too bad I hadn’t been able to sanitize the  scene before Mom appeared but, if nothing else, the 35-yard shot from my next door neighbor’s upstairs window was a doozie. by Steve Markwith, author of Air Rifles: A Buyer’s and Shooter’s Guide Kids, Air Rifles, and Squirrels…

It was the last day of archery season and hunting opportunities had been scarce, so I was itching to put a doe or small buck in the freezer. Around an hour before sunset, I tucked into the weedy edge of a narrow field and parked my butt on a milk crate. Across the field at 42 yards, a lone fruit-laden apple tree served as an irresistible magnet for deer. Although I was equipped with a crossbow, the range still seemed like a stretch, so earlier that afternoon, I’d simulated the…

I was lucky to have grown up in a house with two good cooks that taught me how to cook.  Mom was a classic southern “soul” food cooker with menus of fried chicken, pork chops, stews, fresh vegetables and cornbread.  Dad was a fancier cook having learned some of the trade at the famous Blackstone Hotel in his native hometown Chicago before the Big War. By Dr. John J. Woods, a contributing author to SHTFBlog & Survival Cache My mom often spent hours slaving over the kitchen stove to produce her many…