By Joe Berk It's good to have friends, and it's even better to have friends that go back to your…
By Mike Huber India Part X Shaking off the continual feeling of being around rats, we began a 4-hour drive…
By Joe Berk We recently published a blog on my de-Bubba'd .45 70 Ruger No. 3. I wrapped that one…
By Mike Huber India Part IX After ensuring we didn’t have any tails on us from our highway escapades, it…
By Joe Berk Back in the mid 1970s, I was in the Army at Fort Bliss, Texas, and I was…
By Mike Huber India Part VIII Awakening the following morning (still with some uneasiness from our close encounter the previous…
By Joe Berk An upfront warning: If you're squeamish, you should skip this blog. It rained hard after Tom, John,…
By Joe Berk It had been way too long since I hunted pig, and that was a character flaw I…
By Joe Berk I moved to southern California in 1979 and settled in what we call the lnland Empire, which…
By Mike Huber India Part VII The number of temples and shrines we visited throughout Rajasthan in India had become…