Recent content by Jezcruzen

I was alone and walking to my climbing stand deep in the George Washington National Forest before light on the opening day of bow season. I had placed by stand at the bottom of a popular tree the evening before. With my bow in one hand and a flashlight in the other, I noticed that a rotten...

As a kid, a friend had a Nylon 66. It was the Mohawk edition. I was always envious of it. You see, no matter what I had, this kid would always show up with something a lot better. While I had my trusty J.C. Higging .22 single-shot, this guy trumped everyone with his 66. Years later the...