Kevin Tate
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Spring recalls gobbles of the past, future
The Boy walked down a dirt road, scuffing his feet to make the dust rise. Caliche rocks baked white by the sun tumbled in his wake. We’d spent a morning → Read More
Big bass leaving deep haunts, staging now
Bass anglers interested in big game hunting should bring out their best efforts during the last weeks of winter. → Read More
Art often in the mind of the experience holder
The folio of prints lay in his lap as the Old Man turned its pages carefully, one at a time. He passed an image of a whitetail buck, tail flagged → Read More
Passage for some traditions well worth the weight
I thought my Old Man had to be crazy. This wasn’t how the guys who wrote about duck hunting in Sports Afield went about it. They sat in one place → Read More
Last minute Christmas gifts can still win
There’s never been a true outdoors shopper who didn’t appreciate work done in great haste at the last minute. When it comes to gift buying, not to mention gift appreciating, → Read More
Easier to be patient when time is best gift
The presents were under the tree and the meal had long since been eaten, but the old folks lingered at the table until I thought I wouldn’t be able to → Read More
Campfires spark memory, imagination to warm the dark
We sat beside a campfire and listened to the boys, almost men, laugh, joke and stretch tales deep into the neighborhood of lie. Their joy made me happy. The yarns → Read More
Giving thanks takes life experience
The Boy came in from school on a Tuesday afternoon and dropped his backpack on the kitchen floor with a thump. → Read More
Skeet, life lead Tony Rosetti to Mississippi Sports Hall of Fame
Editor's note: This is the first of two installments profiling Tony Rosetti and detailing his inclusion in the Mississippi Sports Hall of Fame's 2023 class of inductees. The second and → Read More
Only useful wisdom is earned the hard way
My ears were red and had been numb for hours, and I could feel my fingers just well enough to unzip my coat. I’d had gloves on, but they had → Read More
Lonesome calls lead to exploration of the world
High in the gray of a February sky, a ragged skein of snow geese tumbled over itself. The birds’ cackling chatter echoed down and up from earth to sky, bouncing → Read More
Wisdom of age born of experience with cold weather
Tail lights on the old blue Ford winked as the truck shuddered and bounced through a gap in the fence. Then they disappeared around a clump of cottonwood a half → Read More
Boats in dry dock signal summer's end
The pontoon rig and the flat-bottomed boat sat on their trailers side by side. I went over them, trash bag in hand, cleaning them out one last time. Labor Day → Read More
Apply deer lures appropriate to season
Whitetail deer use all their senses to survive, but they most closely trust their noses on decisions that matter. Deer will forgive hunter’s missteps and noise. Even upon seeing a → Read More
Tournament temper tempest sometimes sinks sanity
The Old Man poured coffee into a mug that was dingy and stained. Its rim was chipped in two or three places and a hairline crack ran down one side. → Read More
Art, skill of tracking begins at home
I climbed into a pickup truck the Boy had driven last and, just as quickly, climbed back out, leaving the door open wide behind me. A stench not fit to → Read More
Artifact of childhood, time with Old Man left to be found
With a snap, the Boy switched off the light in the storage room. As he turned to leave, his foot caught the corner of a ragged foam cooler. It had → Read More
Mean sense of humor comes directly from wild
The Old Man ground his teeth, trying hard not to grin. I, on the other hand, was having no trouble with laughter. My hand was swollen to several times its → Read More
Privileges, prominence require keen perspective
The Old Man sat in a folding lawn chair on the edge of a field of broken ground. He wore the sort of work pants and plaid button-up shirt you → Read More
Results of life’s hike usually whatever we expected to see
We walked carefully, tracing a path along the jagged spine of a mountain in New Mexico’s Sangre de Cristo range. I paused to look around. Deep blue directly above faded → Read More