Jim Mize

Last Saturday, I sat in the back of a church watching a hunting buddy give away his daughter in holy matrimony. Tears welled in his eyes, while I...

When I moved here thirty years ago, the countryside was considerably different.  It’s amazing how quickly it has changed.

I’m not sure why God gave us dogs. Maybe it was to remind us of our mortality. Perhaps he sent them to set a good example of what a friend should be...

Hunting camps are like underwear: the most comfortable ones are old, worn, and not much to look at. The biggest difference is that you don’t share...