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.
Girls don't hunt — that is what most boys say. Well, um, they are wrong. I am a girl and I hunt. If you need proof to believe girls hunt, just read my story.
Sometimes it seems like the sacred traditions of deer hunting — fellowship, woodcraft and meat gathering — have been replaced with an emotionless wildlife management effort. It's enough to make the most innocent, awestruck hunter cynical.