How important are the little things? The longer I'm here, the more their value seems to climb. There's even historical precedent.

How much wood could a Woodchuck chuck if a Woodchuck could chuck wood? A whole mess of it with the right pills. The devil don't come in an angry man, he's charismatic, gregarious, helpful even.

JW takes us back to 2011 when he was called upon to deal with a beast of truly mythic proportions.

Sometimes the best fishing trips don’t end with a stringer full of anything but stories. This week on The Reckon Yard, JW drags three lines in the water and hauls up three of his favorite misadventures

He worked himself right to death trying to please someone who couldn’t be pleased. But in the dust and noise he left behind, he planted something none of us saw coming, a legacy built from the wreckage, the stubbornness of a man who never quit. This week on The Reckon Yard, we talk about how the hardest lessons don’t always come from saints or teachers, but from the broken ones who showed us how to keep walking anyway.

JW takes us back to the cheap seats side of Lake Tyler in the 1980s, where summers were long, lessons were everywhere, and the shoreline was full of stories. From the awkward rites of teenage romance to the quiet wisdom of turtles and fishing lines, it was a place where memories got made on a budget and lasted a lifetime.

In “The Phoenix” we return to the pine shadowed Reckon Yard where rust, memory, and family collide. I take you with me as my cousins and I unearth my mother’s long lost Volkswagen, a broken shell that still burns with meaning. Along the way we wrestle with fathers, ghosts, and the strange grace of letting go, finding out what rises when you finally set old weight down. This episode is about resurrection.

Some folks flash hot, some smolder until they burn through an engine block. My Uncle Terry? He just let it pass. Do you fight fire with fire, or are you learning to stay unbothered?

A viral video about my Cadillac turned into a sermon on planned obsolescence. Then a story from the Comal River reminded me just how dumb luck and good friends shape a life.

don’t sign your name next to a crook’s, or you’ll see it stained in the same ink. The Reckon Yard is about what you rebuild, not what burned you down.