Lone Star Parson

The ongoing War Against the Weather (WAW) took a sudden and savage twist last night. Yes, we'd been lulled into a false sense of se...

It seemed right to go for a shoot today, so that's what we did. Loaded a 12 and a 20 into the rig along with a .22 plinker, and hea...

Another typical night at the Compound, cleaning shotguns, sharpening knives and ordering Confederate flags off the information superh...

The sun shone, rising incandescent over the chicken operation, and you could hear Maria singing to her ravenous birds while peacocks sh...

The Compound's fortunate in many ways, not least for having a sturdy wall. It's made of wood and topped off with a flexi-mesh s...

No, it's not Wales, it's Texas and water was falling from the sky; Skywater, we call it, or "rain." It's fallin...

We hunkered down quietly at a clear point in the brush and listened to the Texan dusk. No cars, trains or people, just the undulating...

My mental alarm got me up just before 0500 and then the physical alarm kicked in, not to be outdone by my not-so-smart-phone, buzzing...

Farsighted readers of this country life mind blog may remember that today started off with a plan. Viz. Put rod, reel and gun in the ...

Good question. Maybe you are, maybe you're not, but one thing's certain, the hat most certainly is. Speaking of which, no one...