On May 23, 1962 my grandparents walked into George's Archery Shop in Philadelphia. At the time both of my grandparents were avid archers and my Grandmother was in the market for a bow. As the story...

This weekend Pennsylvania was hit with snow. It came down fast and furious on Saturday, making travel a bit difficult. When Sunday rolled around the weather wasn't bad but my little front wheel drive...

My mother was a superstitious woman. It was a trait that I'm sure she picker up from her Grandmother. Don't put that loaf of bread away upside down, it means there will be a fight! Ringing in...

When Facebook was beginning to grow, several years back, I resisted the urge to sign up. Friends and Family all told me to join them on this cool new service but I resisted. In fact, for a long time...

One day we'll look back and laugh at the time I got shot in the eye... Monday nights at Stowe Archers is reserved for a weekly Youth Program. Anyone under the age of seventeen is welcome to come...

A few weeks ago, I found myself in a bit of a bind. I spent the morning sitting in a tree and took what I thought was a solid shot at a doe. I was unable to find my arrow and spent over an hour...