Anchor's Corner

This morning started out as usual. I woke up, set up my coffee pot, and stepped outside to listen to the Guineas talk for a few minutes....

Yesterday I had to go into town to run life's typical errands, and my son decided to ride in with me to do some shopping. This guy is one...

Trading Hunts began as a thought nearly a decade ago. Here in Southern Indiana, we have outstanding opportunities to hunt whitetail deer,...

With Valentine's up on us, and a dozen roses selling for over $60 a dozen, I figured why not discuss the topic. In my own mind February...

The other night while I was throwing a roast together for supper, it led my thoughts to summer, and what my family always referred to as...

Sometime around a decade ago my youngest son, Wyatt, took a serious interest in hunting deer, and with that came a need for all the...

One of my most favorite common nuisances in our area are the masked little bandits terrorizing farmers, and campers on a nightly basis...

Today, as I was searching for some literary inspiration and rocking out to Nirvana in my jammies cleaning around the house, I stumbled...

As I followed these two cousins down our dead-end road today, watching them pick up acorns, sticks, and all the treasures their...

Welcome to Trading Hunts and thank you for choosing us! Our goal is to live up to all your expectations, and if we do fall short, be...

There was a time we all had to learn about gun safety. Some of us through educational classes with booklets and videos, some through our...

A well-regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be...

As I sat here sipping my coffee and scrolling through news this morning, I ran across an article discussing the top 120 hunting...

Winter on top of the holler can be a beautiful sight. Snow clinging to seemingly every limb, cardinals hopping from twig to twig in hopes...

Since before I was old enough to remember, my father had a collection of firearms locked behind the glass of an old wooden gun cabinet....

As a mother I raised three children, two of which were boys, and my daughter, the middle child. It was a label she had given herself, and...

Sometime around the turn of the century, beginning of the latest millennium, whichever makes me sound younger...

Several years ago, I was working alongside a few old friends and some great new ones to oversee a social media group connecting gun...