The Perfect Steak Night

There’s something primal about men and grilling steaks. Give us a nice piece of beef, an open flame, and a pair of tongs, and suddenly we’re convinced that we’ve mastered one of mankind’s oldest an...

The Long Way to Boone

I've spent a lot of years in these mountains, enough to know the interstate is the worst way through them. The drive worth taking is the slow one. South to north, creek to creek, off the highway wh...

A Limit Before the Coffee Went Cold

Labor Day gave me something a dove field almost never does: a limit and weather you didn't dread. Slightly overcast, no shirt soaked through by seven a.m. A pleasant and unexpected surprise, Mr. We...