MIKE WILSON
Mike Wilson: Let’s give a requiem for Sweet Sally
It is a significant understatement to declare that my friend The DC (apologies to Phil, but doesn’t every veteran duck-hunting crew have one by now?) ...
It is a significant understatement to declare that my friend The DC (apologies to Phil, but doesn’t every veteran duck-hunting crew have one by now?) ...
I still remember meeting Mr. French for the first time very clearly, even though it has now been almost 60 years ago. How could I ...
Seeing the “back to school sales” in the paper the other day took me back to my own primary school days — and especially the ...
My good friend the Boss Man and I often joke about lulling our opponents into complacency during match play in golf by losing hole after ...
With the Olympics back in the news, as talk continues about the 2024 Games in Paris, it’s got me thinking. Now I can calmly reflect ...
When my wife and I decided to dock our powerboat at Lake Norman for a bit, I was thrilled to discover that the lake had ...
More the gourmand than the gourmet, I have never been especially intrigued by all those stories in outdoor magazines about pursuing tiny native cutthroats in ...
One of my earliest memories is dutifully sitting atop a cold, damp folded towel on top of the ice cream maker while Granddaddy turned the ...
Granddadding. Is that a word? If not, I’m making it one. There is nothing in this life quite like that moment when you hold a ...
As I get along in years, I find myself consciously checking items off my “bucket list” like many others, I suppose. Our 40th anniversary trip ...
My good father died of mesothelioma in 1992 at the age of 57 — much too young — on the same day as the richest ...
Well, Farmville, I guess you could say I had a way of getting myself into unusual predicaments when I was a boy because I was ...
I pretty much retired from dove hunting when the state opened up the “resident goose season” several years ago after reflecting that a single goose ...
Apparently I scarred my grown daughters for life by chugging down a Red Bull at 2 a.m. We were somewhere off I-95 as we raced ...
One thing I’ve learned in Farmville and elsewhere is when you’re hot, you’re hot. No, not that great Jerry Reed song from the “Smokey and ...
Sorry, this is not about Elvis, though I did encounter him twice as a teenager in Memphis. The first time, I was working all night ...
In light of the most recent round of border disturbances, Mexico no longer calls to me as it once did, but there was a time ...
Christian Sorenson Bennett, one year my senior, was my favorite boyhood cousin. He was named after his Danish grandfather (my great-grandfather), a fisherman who had ...
As a sexagenarian, I have lost almost all of my enthusiasm for baking outdoors in the summer midday sun for most any reason. Period. I ...
There is an arresting and memorable image in “Sensation of Velocity,” a Vanguardist poem from the 1920’s by Jorge Luis Borges: that of a sleek ...
I shot my first deer as an adult in Virginia about 35 years ago. Here’s a story of a couple variations of buck fever. When ...
After I recently lectured to a Hispanic culture class about the profound importance of “fictive kinship” (social bonds unrelated to blood or marriage) in Latino ...
I was deeply saddened when my favorite comedian Rodney Dangerfield (you will remember him as bug-eyed, sweaty, and collar-stretching) passed away. His running gag “I’m ...
I fear that, when conversations turn toward my historic inclusion on the Hap’s Grill Wall of Fame, I may sometimes seem braggadocious. (Okay, I confess ...
It’s been a year now since my dear friend Jorge (aka Dr. Jorge Antonio Silveira y Montes de Oca) passed away at 93 in home ...
“Desert Island Discs” is a very popular and long-running (since 1942) program on BBC Radio. Each week the guest “castaways,” usually celebrities, are asked to ...
I killed my first duck, a hen mallard, while lying on my belly in soupy mud under buckbushes lining a creek that fed the Tennessee ...