The bear’s teeth were popping and its breathing, heavy. Guttural grunts and thrashing brush were easy to hear as the…
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The sun had yet to rise on this November morning. With temperatures hovering in single digits and a 40-mile-per-hour wind…
As I lowered my 10 x 42 binoculars, the reality began to set in. I had done it! I had…
Having just wrapped up another fulfilling hunting season at the time of this writing, I can’t help but sit at…
Over the past decade, I’ve had the pleasure of corresponding with the man who many believe is the father of…
The hunt doesn’t end when you let that arrow fly. In fact, the moment you finally get that opportunity and…
I packed up my truck and drove to my buddy’s farm for what was to be my last archery hunt…
If any of you are like me, you cannot wait to spend time with your hunting bud- dies at deer,…