It happens all too fast… The leaf covered forest floors quickly start to settle, leaving the woods eerily quiet. Streams tend to be covered with a thin layer of ice, almost as though they are about to disappear completely. As for us bowhunters, every year hunting season comes and goes, leaving us in the dumps, missing the pursuit. Many of us change gears this time of year, taking up indoor archery, but there is still a place for us in the woods. Though we can no longer add large game to the freezer, the best planning for next year, is right now. Read More
Rutting whitetail’s are simply amazing. The ability to call in a buck, and harvest him within 20 yards, is an awesomely testosterone charged event. When those levels of testosterone come back down, following the winding down of estrusing does, we find ourselves in late season. Rifle season has either passed or is ongoing, depending on the state in which you live. Hunting pressure on these animals has educated them enough to compete on the local debate team, and right when one comes within 40 yards, someone else’s gun shot spooks them away. Ah, late season. How I hate you so. But… I still love you.
To some of us, the hunter hasn’t changed much in the hundreds of thousands of years that have passed since it was an acceptable social title. Waking up under a star-covered sky, grabbing the weapon that is an extension of ourselves, and heading off in the woods in order to feed our family, is our priority. We rough out the weather, terrain, and mental frustration of bagging game in order to provide. There are many of us who experience a lifestyle such as this much like our ancestors did ages ago.
Most mornings, when I’m preparing to enter the woods, I probably resemble a guy that’s about to go on a date with that one girl – you know, the good looking one you’re buddy’s wife set you up with. The amount of indecisive clothing decisions is at times, completely embarrassing, to say the least. Camouflage pattern choices, colors of flannel, hats, neck gaiters, gloves, the whole bit. I’m most likely in the “obsessive” category of hunters and camouflage. Because of this, next year I will be committing to one year of bowhunting without the aid of commercial camouflage. I will be doing this in order to break myself of the never ending laundry cycles and spending far too much money on hunting clothing. There is definitely an effectiveness of being dressed properly though – camouflage or not. Read More
When I first started hunting deer, around the age of 12, I could never understand how a deer could detect me. It honestly wasn’t until I was in my early 20’s that I started to pay attention to the wind and practice my scent control. It almost seems like the deer have gotten smarter over time and progressed with our technologies. Or, that could just be my excuse for still getting busted from time to time. Read More
Throughout my time in the woods and conversing with others who enjoyed the same past times, bragging rights typically revolved around several things…
Though there are nothing wrong with these feats, so long as they are accomplished as ethically as possible and legally, in a pursuit with the stick and string you may be let down if these are your goals. Our culture and upbringings taught us these feats are necessary to be considered a “good hunter.” To me the ultimate measure of success in pursuit of an animal is how close I can get. When I find myself in the situation where that animal is within 20 yards, it’s almost as though I slip into a different state of mind. Closing this gap between and animal and myself, has proven to be the most crucial step in successfully harvesting game with traditional archery equipment. Read More
At one point, not long ago, I was a die hard compound bow hunter. I think a lot of the mindset and “necessity” for the use of a weapon that took less practice and time was because I assumed it would fill the freezer faster. Without changing how I hunt, this would, no doubt, be 100% true. Read More
Welcome to Primitive Pursuit. Being this is the first article, I’m going to keep it short, sweet, and to the point. I have been eyeing up this idea, the whole blog thing, for quite a while. My dream was once to be an outdoor writer. Though I have more than enough encouragement from friends and family, my mortgage might disagree with that life path! This is meant to fill the void, let me get it written down, and share my experiences both outdoors and in my day-to-day life as they relate to the lifestyle of a traditional bowhunter.
A traditional bow? What does that mean? A simple stick and string, typically in a longbow or recurve fashion, that shoots an arrow. Some guys have their own idea of what “traditional” or “trad” is. To me, as long as it doesn’t have cables, pulleys, sights, or other strange gadgets, it’s most likely a trad bow. At the end of the day, I will never bash on anyone who chooses to hunt with different equipment. All that matters is getting in the woods. Whatever gets you there, is a great thing.
This past year (2017) has resulted in a huge leap in my skills and abilities with traditional archery equipment. I am currently writing a book and will be sharing some of those stories on here. I am hopeful that this catches traction, and can help bring the traditional archery community together through stories and experiences.