A SHORT SEASON

I couldn’t swim 100 yards, and the world was shutting down around me. I signed up to race anyway. A body of work starts with refusing to listen.

I signed up for a triathlon without being able to swim. No amount of positive affirmations was going to change that. Here’s what worked.

On the mountain, I wanted home. At home, I wanted the mountain. The final part of this week’s storyline, and the simple practice that ends the tug-of-war.

Nietzsche asked whether you’d live your exact life again, forever. Most of us would say no. Here’s how to become someone who says yes, and why hunters already have a head start.

Tater has bitten my Adan, blown up my plans and narrowed my life to six trusted people. Can I learn to love the complications? A story about dogs, burritos, and what I’ll miss when they’re gone.

Buddhism says blow out the flame of craving. The Stoics say prepare for disappointment so it can’t hurt you. Both are trying to protect you from life. Amor fati wants more of it.

I left my optics at home so I would film more. Now, I’m just sitting on the hill while Chase and Zach glass. And I’m slapped again, but not by the wind.

A low shot breaks a buck’s front leg, and it changes everything. On how a few inches decided whose deer it was.

By the time you hear the thwap, it’s already over.

The smallest piece of time you can actually feel is about three seconds. Most of them slip by unnoticed, unless you build a few into your day.

A woman with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, a 10,000-year-old skeleton in an English cave, and what wild fish and game had to do with the genetic adaptations.

The second annual Coues N Brews is set for March or April. This year the films move outside to a big screen in the alley, and we’re opening a call for your Coues hunting films.

I found a buck at 900 yards with the edge of my eye. Gray light isn’t gray, and your headlamp is costing you deer.

There’s no better shared meal than a pizza made by hand. Here’s my dough recipe.

Wild game tastes different when it’s shared. A short essay on duck, vodka, elk, and the people who make a meal a meal.

Hunting is how we get our protein. It’s also how we’re wired to experience joy, and the guy who proved it died alone in a bus.

Marketers have spent years calling their customers a tribe. But liking the same gear makes you a fan club, not a tribe. Here’s the difference, and why it matters.

The mountain will tell you if you’re strong. It doesn’t care if you’re kind. Here’s the line I draw, and what I think of the men who cross it.