My six-year-old daughter jumped up and down with excitement, her eyes sparkling as she motioned toward the gray squirrel lying at the base of a cedar tree. “I got it! I got my first squirrel,” she ...

When I was growing up, the freezer in the Frigidaire in our kitchen was my personal taxidermist. If I caught a fish I was proud of, there it would live sometimes for months, or at least until my ...