An attorney friend who knows a little more about guns than I do about the dark side of the moon — but not much more — was wandering around a regional gun show, looking for I’m not sure what.
I think he had been caught up in all the furor and hype and just figured he needed another gun to go with his one revolver. […]
Shortly after handheld GPS units became small enough to fit in a pocket, I remember a fellow outdoor writer lamenting about losing his. He somehow dropped it as he stepped from a boat to a dock over water 30 feet deep. […]
The word “bream” (pronounced “brim”) is a Southernism. Our northern friends call them by their proper species name, or they lump them all together as sunfish — which sounds altogether too sissy-like. In the South, we talk about bull bream. […]