Rack Magazine

Doppelganger Gets ‘Er Done

Doppelganger Gets ‘Er Done

By Mike Handley

Sometimes it pays to stop and smell the hay — words to live by, according to an Arkansas tree trimmer who counts friends like a banker counts money. During a break from chasing turkeys in Kansas in the spring of 2010, Robert Weaver decided to cool his heels and watch someone cutting hay. The big John Deere looked like a house on wheels, and h... READ MORE

But Can I Hunt?

But Can I Hunt?

By Dale Weddle

It’ll take more than broken bones and bruises to keep Ken Carnes indoors during deer season. On Sept. 9, 2012, Ken and his brother, Troy, walked into the woods to do some scouting, pruning and to move at least one ladder stand. Only Troy walked out of there. Ken was on the 28-foot-tall ladder stand. He had just stepped down two steps when the... READ MORE

When Dylin Calls …

When Dylin Calls …

By Tim Beaumont and Mike Handley

Brecken Kennedy hates déjà vu. Dylin, his younger brother, loves it. Even before Brecken read the text message from Dylin on Nov. 25, 2011, he knew what it was going to say. The same thing happened in 2010, when he’d hunted hard —every day for two weeks — only to have his brother step in and shoot a wallhanger from t... READ MORE

Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe …

Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe …

By Dale Weddle

If only Josh Prewitt had been in the right stand, his 2012 season could’ve ended a whole lot sooner. Two days into Kentucky’s 2012 modern firearms season, the bull of the woods stood in front of Josh’s empty ladder stand about half an hour after sunrise. The hunter from Brodhead was 400 yards away, watching another ridge, when the... READ MORE

Bottom of the Ninth

Bottom of the Ninth

By Mike Handley

Jeremy Schmeidler might no longer play baseball, but that doesn’t mean he’s incapable of hitting a wicked curve ball out of the park. Nine days into the Sunflower State’s 2012 bow season, the 33-year-old from Hays, Kan., decided to ditch the game plan he’d so carefully crafted in favor of a whim. Rather than play it safe wit... READ MORE

An Alarm Clock Named Jake

An Alarm Clock Named Jake

By Bob Weber

I have hunted deer for most of my life and have had my share of exciting hunts. Last January’s outing with my stepson, Jake, ranks among the best. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed teaching Jake, now 13, how to hunt and what it means to be a hunter. We’ve been going together for five years. Jan. 19 was the last weekend to hunt the 2012-13 s... READ MORE

Double Take

Double Take

By Mike Handley

Brian Miller knew a shooter buck was among the many deer gallivanting inside the little pine thicket. At least three bucks, in fact (the other two were forkhorns), and 10 does had entered the copse during the two hours he’d been aloft in his ladder stand on Nov. 29, 2012. Soon after the last trio wafted into the trees, all the deer began shuf... READ MORE

Four Bangs for the Buck

Four Bangs for the Buck

By Ed Waite

Jason Hardin’s first racked buck was faster than a speeding bullet. Three of them, to be precise. Had Superbuck kept on flying in the same direction instead of thrice looping around like a scared rabbit, it might still be in Jason’s head instead of on his wall. You just don’t give a determined deer hunter that many tugs on your ca... READ MORE

Ready to Shoot the Messenger

Ready to Shoot the Messenger

By Ed Waite

No deer is despised more than a tattle-tale. Had it not been opening day of Ohio’s 2012 bow season, Brant McKenzie might’ve quit barely 15 or 20 minutes after sunrise. If he’d had a hand grenade, he might’ve hurled it at the small buck clearing its sinuses about 35 yards from the tree in which he was hiding. The bowhunter wa... READ MORE

Lights, Action and NO CAMERA

Lights, Action and NO CAMERA

By Jeff Morrison

Once they saw a coworker’s photograph of a giant whitetail near Kenora, Ontario, friends Dennis Chevalier and Chris Savage devoted the next six weeks to becoming the smiling backdrops for the next picture. Dennis and Chris drooled over the photo in early October 2012, and they nicknamed the buck Kong. Absolutely smitten with the deer, the duo... READ MORE

Ol’ Two Rows

Ol’ Two Rows

By Tim Forret

I first encountered this giant whitetail while harvesting soybeans in mid-October 2011. When I slowed the combine to go around a patch of 3-foot-tall foxtail grass, the buck exploded out of the weeds, jumped a nearby fence and ran down a waterway. It stopped for a second to look back at me, and then it disappeared into the neighbor’s standing... READ MORE

Bowled Over in Kentucky

Bowled Over in Kentucky

By Dale Weddle

Justin Yeary might have grown accustomed to flipping through trail camera photographs in 2011, but he wasn’t prepared to come across a buck capable of toppling furniture. The hunter from Shelbyville, Ky., had been running half a dozen trail cameras since the first of July. He always looked forward to seeing what had stepped in front of the le... READ MORE

On a Whim

On a Whim

By Ed Waite

And to think he had no intention of hunting that day! After spending most of Oct. 7, 2012, cutting up fallen trees, dragging the debris to the woods and decommissioning a storm-damaged stand, most hunters would’ve been happy to spend the remains of the day in a recliner. Jim Twiggs might’ve done just that, too, if his buddy hadn’t... READ MORE

Arkansas’ New Bow Record

Arkansas’ New Bow Record

By Rusty Johnson

Long hours in the stand and a can-do attitude can yield remarkable rewards. Just ask Phillip Carter and his brother-in-law, Roger Hill. These two Arkansas guys live to hunt white-tailed deer, and after what happened to Phillip on Dec. 30, 2012, their dedication to the sport isn’t about to wither. Phillip and Roger live next to each other on 8... READ MORE

Here’s Looking ACHOO!

Here’s Looking ACHOO!

By Dale Weddle

Larry Finley moved from Clay to neighboring Laurel County, Ky., in 1978. Four years later, he decided to spring for some major upgrades to his home. “Little did I realize that a decision to remodel my house in 1982 would result in friendships that would forever affect my hunting and fishing,” Larry said. “The guys I chose to do th... READ MORE

Spur of the Moment

Spur of the Moment

By Mike Handley

Had Bill Ullrich stuck to his original plan on Oct. 26, someone else’s deer would be on this page. Had his son, Matt, also been able to leave work early that day, his might be the grin behind this fabulous Illinois buck. But Bill was bowhunting alone that afternoon, and he chose to head to a different spot almost as soon as he parked his truc... READ MORE

Cupid’s Arrow Struck First

Cupid’s Arrow Struck First

By Jill J. Easton

Halloween 2010 was a hug-the-heater kind of day. The wind was blowing at 30 mph, the temperature was 29 degrees, and Bill Elza endured it all in his treestand, hoping to see rib bones. Sort of. That was the fifth year Bill had been gunning (or bowing) for a buck he’d nicknamed Ribcage, which is what came to mind when he first saw the row of t... READ MORE

Peepless in Illinois

Peepless in Illinois

By Mike Handley

Seeing Isn’t Always Aiming. As soon as the bowstring’s kisser button hit the corner of Jon Wolf’s mouth, he almost panicked. The 63-year-old hunter from Galva, Ill., was staring at a buck wearing what looked more like an upturned rotary hoe than antlers. But he wasn’t seeing it through a peep sight. The device was there, rig... READ MORE

Why Having Breakfast Aloft is a Good Idea

Why Having Breakfast Aloft is a Good Idea

By Jill J. Easton

So eager to see the buck he’d smoked up close, Tommy Johnson gave no thought to reloading or even grabbing his muzzleloader before descending his ladder and running over to the deer. When he reached it and saw that the animal was definitely not pushing up daisies, however, he did a quick 180. “I knew I’d made a good shot, so I lef... READ MORE

There’s No Place Like Home

There’s No Place Like Home

By Lisa L. Price

After a quarter-century hiatus from hunting, following a move from his native Kansas to California, Phil Ryan was eager to rediscover the thrill when he moved back home in 2011. And thanks to a church buddy and his brother, Alan, he did just that. Phil might not have climbed any trees while living on the west coast, but he never forgot how much he&... READ MORE

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