A hunter gets lucky twice, the first being what he saw and the second being what he did.
It’s the instant you realize that sapling in the brush-choked creek bottom is actually a deer’s leg; that branch is really an antler; that flitting bird is actually a twitching ear. Everything changes when the ambient becomes the very thing you’re seeking. The therapeutic becomes the stressor. And the warm and fuzzy feelings are...
Eight-year-old Spencer is thrilled after his first successful hunt.
Luke Hancock will never forget his first buck. If this skilled hunter keeps it up, it was only the first of many to come.
A party's pre-season efforts pay off in a big way. This season, everyone gets lucky.
I have finally found what explains my insatiable urge to take to the deer woods every fall. It's is an undying passion — an unending search for meaningful adventure. And, it's in my blood.
A USMC veteran finally connects on a mature buck after ten years of bow-hunting. That the arrow found its mark on Veteran's Day, was only icing on the cake.
Do you think this whitetail will outscore Bob Decker's Wisconsin monster?
The fondest memories of my youth weren't of video games, amusement parks or heated swimming pools. As bland as this might seem, my best memories came from the morning sports page and the 20-acre soybean field across the road from my parents' home.
A wide-racked Ohio buck taunts — and evades — a Georgia deer hunter for years, until the deer makes his final mistake.