Author: Slim Randles

“Well,” said Steve, polishing off the last of his coffee, “what should we discuss this fine morning?” “I’m awful glad you asked, ol’ pard,” came the cheerful voice of Windy Wilson, emerging through the swinging doors that came from the...

Saw this ad t’other day in my outdoors magazine Campin’ ‘n Fishin’. Oh, hi there, Alphonse Wilson doin’ the talkin’ don’t you see. Call me Windy. Sneaked in here again when Slim weren’t lookin’. But I gotta tell ya not...

Chickens have forever had a place in our hearts and on our tables. Why is that? Well … why not?