Legend of the Fall
|-- I am 51 years old at this writing and have been hunting white-tailed deer for 39 years. I am fortunate to live in an area of Wisconsin where buck...|
Elk Hunt of a Lifetime
|-- I awoke to the sound of light rain on the tent roof. Little did I know the final day of my elk hunt would exceed my wildest expectations.
To Hunt a Ghost
|-- South Dakota opened its first mountain lion season in 2005. Each year, the stipulations have changed a little, but it’s still a quota-type limit ba...|
Memories of Moon Boots
|-- Thirty years ago when I was 8, my father started taking me deer hunting. It was the opening day of the shotgun deer season in New Jersey. Four of...|
No Ground Shrinkage
|-- It was opening day of the 2007 muzzleloader season in the Adirondack Mountains of New York State. It was the first time I’d set foot in this vast...|
|-- Although I live in Newport, Perry County, Penn., I’m originally from the Elmira/Corning area of New York State. Before moving to Pennsylvania, I ...|
|-- Getting drawn for a quota hunt is always a good thing. I was fortunate enough to get drawn for the Kleber Wildlife Management Area (WMA) hunt on No...|
|-- The end of November ushered in cool days and cold nights. The sun was giving way to the blast from the north as wave after wave fought back the w...|
Watch Out for the Golden Moose!
|-- Voting has begun for Outdoor Channel’s annual Golden Moose Awards — the network’s way of recognizing the best hunting and fishing shows.
A Father and Son Achievement
|-- For years, I have hunted by myself. I’ve always dreamed about sharing my time in the woods with my father, but due to his busy schedule and his sel...|
Prayers Do Come True
|-- Bucks had been all around me, and I had no clue they were there.
Then I began scouting early one season, putting out a trail camera in midsummer...|
This Buck is for You, Dad
|-- I am what you would call a very dedicated whitetail hunter. I started hunting on public land with my father when I was a boy. Dad taught me to be...|
Everything Happens for a Reason
|-- That’s what my wife told me on the morning of her first turkey hunt. We woke up to strong winds and a raging blizzard. Four inches of heavy wet s...|
Better Late than Never
|-- I was 37 years old when I discovered the magic of hunting. My older brother has hunted since we were kids, but it never appealed to me back then.
|-- I started hunting when I was 16 years old. My mom was single, so I had to more or less teach myself how to hunt. Mom saved money for me to buy my f...|