I sat outside the local gas station/liquor store/movie rental/restaraunt and shot this one April evening.

Beginning to clean my deer, once again.

I was born about 150 years too late.

I couldn't get the red out of this photograph.

Out in the sticks, this is the inter-state.

I love this shot.

Some of the cattle on the Ranch.

There are three main barns on this working cattle ranch, and this is #03.

The last shot in this series of the sun coming up over the main farm area.

Setting through the trees was the sun. In an hour, this place would be under attack by the storm.

If you have clover in your hay, you can get more MONEY.

HAM-TONE-NEON; Hammy, our favorite pot bellied pig. Every farm needs a pig.

I enjoy deer hunting. I'm not a freak, I simply enjoy it. Here I'm up to my elbows in deer blood & guts.

Sunrise coming up over one of the three major barns on this family owned farm.

I caught the sun as it came up over the farm. That's old Highway #36 running east and west in the picture.

Sometimes just taking the color out makees all the difference. This picture could have been taken seventy five years ago, or last weekend, as is the case here.

Shown above is the very beginnings of a fierce rainstorm that halted a great fishing session.

This is an old chicken house left on the property of a farm purchased by some friends of mine.

This was the main barn at #02... before all of the crap.

Yeah, me too. I don't fish here near enough to suit me. I posted this picture for a very simple reason. I like it.

Taking the deer in to get her tagged.

How many deer can you see? I caught these one afternoon, quite by accident. By the time I got my lens on them and focused, they were already on the move.

Often this is what greets us when we go to work.

This is the "old" main barn, down at what's referred to as, "#01. (There are three main farm houses on this working farm; this barn was located near the 1st.)

A lone cow comes to the fence line.

Magnificent. That's the only word I can think of to describe this sunset. What a wonderful place, the farm is. In the city, you have shopping centers, asphalt, traffic lights & hords of people. I'll take this any day of the week.

There is much more surrounding this old farm than these photographs would suggest. This one was taken standing over by one of the ponds.

This is obviously the rear of a barn, located on a farm in northwestern Missouri. The farm is owned by the parents of an old friend of mine. Much, much more goes on here than one would presume simply by looking at this picture.

Looks like the old farm photographs taken during that time frame. We've all seen them, just before we're shown "Johnny" marching home from War, or from home, off to War.

Fishing at dusk is a great time for small mouth bass to bite.

On the farm, you have to have a Bobcat if you're going to get any real work done. This is a little brother to the full sized Caterpillar in the barn.

This is a shot of me feeding the cows with the Bobcat. Haybales dropped off, it's time to head back to the house & go the hell back to bed.

One shot, one kill, one meal.

I shot several of this barn wanting to show just how different each picture looks depending upon the angle & the color.

With an old pump action .22, you can't mess around.

Highway #36 just outside of Cameron Missouri.

Hampton having his mid day vittels.

I was so glad that it was Sunday. No work today.

Highway #36, running east just before Hamilton Missouri.

When I first saw this, I thought they were dead. I'd always heard that horses sleep while standing up. When I saw this, I figured they had expired, together like some equestrian Jonestown.

Pushing Hay Bales

Sometimes you catch a raccoon in your corn-bin. He was "dispatched" with extreme prejudice.

I'm finally finished boning out the ribcage.

This small pond was built out of just three acres. The state of Missouri stocked the pond with fish a few years ago & now its filled with cat and small mouth bass.

All she wants is a bite of your apple, or your hand if you're not fast enough.

It's a like wiping your rear end with a hoola-hoop; it just never ends.

It was so very hot that day. I was fishing and, as always, took some time to snap a few pictures.

Nothing beats a cooler full of bass.

A man with his dinner.

The sun tried to peek out through the cloud cover that was forming.

Time to feed the horses.

The noise from 300 yards of me bringing the camera up to shoot these pictures was enough to flush these young bucks.

Cleaning my breakfast.

"Great White Hunter". Here I'm heading into the woods for a little morning Hassenfaffer. ("rabbit")

It was cold during the day, but once the sun sets, it gets bitter.

"Germany Over All". Even fishing, the kraut in me is never far away.

Cattlemen sharing hay with their neighbors.

Could I hold it any farther from my body? I hate snakes. HATE. Like a little girl, I squeal when I'm near one. This one I shot after we found it under the sink in the farm house. I mustered the courage for this pose, then quickly dropped it on the ground & rushed inside, where it was safe. Some thirty minutes later we came out again & it had gone, the last bit of tail slithering in a nearby hole. It had still been ALIVE when I was holding it. Never again. Next time I chop the head off!

This pond is jam packed with fish.

Flesh ... give me more flesh! This deer was taken as I was sleeping. I'm not kidding. Crashed on a hillside after a hard night with Jim Beam, 0430 comes mighty early. By 0800 I was sawing logs of my own, resting against the hill. I was awakened by the rustling of leaves as this deer ran from the creekbed through the valley floor and towards me. I awoke, drew down and took the shot in about 05 seconds or less, as the rustling leaves woke me up. How cool is that? I kill deer in my sleep. I'm not saying that pounding down the bourbon the night before is the way to go, but at least in this case, you can see what it yielded.