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Looks Can’t Kill 

Let me set the scene for you…  It’s a miserably hot late summer day.  I walk into Cabelas, greeted by the smell of roasted cinnamon cashews mixed with the fragrance of new gear.  The air conditioning system hits me like a ton of bricks,…

Recreating Pressure

This past weekend, I was fortunate enough to attend the Traditional Bowhunters Expo.  While planning for this adventure, taking me from my home in Virginia and with a destination of Kalamazoo, Michigan, I was glassing over the flyer nearly every day.  I knew right…

Judgement Call

Every year I hunt, a familiar voice enters my head.  It taunts me, asking questions and suggesting to do what may be right or wrong.  As the weary whitetail approaches, the voice gets a louder.  Each step the deer takes, striking a hoof to…

Married Seeking Large Game

One of our greatest motivators as hunters is the support and encouragement we receive from others.  Most hunters heading to the woods every early fall in search of meat for the freezer or a mount for the wall, typically have a very likewise situation…

Winter Scouting

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…

Late season

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…

A Haversack Hiatus

Rucking up and heading into the wild unknown brings many memories to mind.  Some of them painful, others amazing. 

The Modern Hunter and Gatherer

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…

Up Close and Personal  (Part 3)

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…

Up Close and Personal (Part 2)

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…

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