My budget this year determined that I couldn't get my buck mounted professionally. So, after a couple weeks of procrastination and a desire to do something with the antlers and the looming likeliness that if something wasn't done soon, I would have a pretty stinky job ahead, I decided to delve int...

The Hunt By Jim Palmer Jr.      The rhythmic muffled thump of horse hooves hitting the deep powdery dust of the mountain trail was interrupted by a contrasting metallic clatter when the path of the trail left the choking dust behind and began a segment of trail that was rocky a...

This elk was an amazing and personal gift from the Lord. It had been years since I had elk hunted with my dad and so we planned a 3 day hunt in our old elk hunting stomping grounds.   I traveled from Spokane to meet him in Centralia Chehalis area for the hunt. My dad had done some initial ...

Old Things By Jim Palmer Jr.        With outstretched hands I reached longingly for the old rifle that hung on the slightly dusty gun rack on my wall.  Since my change to archery hunting, it had been awhile since I’d even looked there, let alone handled the tru...

Prickly Hounds Written by Jim Palmer Jr. – May of 2009 In memory of Ken Austin        The sudden huffing sounds behind me made me react like a frightened kid on Halloween night who has been startled out of his whit’s by some ghoulish sound in a dark alley!&nb...