The musings of writer Johnny Carrol Sain on wild places, wild things, rural culture and why 'philosophical hillbilly' doesn't have to be an oxymoron.

Recent Work

Folklore, history, hunting, conservation: Stories from the places where the pavement ends.

Swimming through my mind

I’ve been obsessed with gar for the last...

King of the woodpile

  I usually work in a back room I’ve...

It’s over

Whether you end the season by running out of...

Dead skunks don’t lie

During the last week or so, the drive into town...

Recent Blog Posts

September 5, 2015 |

Swimming through my mind

I’ve been obsessed with gar for the last few weeks. Yep, gar — cylindrical, toothy, armored,...

May 15, 2015 |

It’s over

Whether you end the season by running out of tags or running out of time, it’s always bittersweet. This was...

March 3, 2013 |

Dead skunks don’t lie

During the last week or so, the drive into town has turned into an obstacle course. I’m constantly jerking my...

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