It'll wait for Dad
-- After 25 years of hunting with my father, Ronny, and the two of us trying to take a big buck while hunting together, I finally got the big one.
My stand overlooked a small, planted cutover strip in Bossier Parish, Louisiana. I was getting ready to pack up and leave when suddenly, someone fired a shot in the distance. A buck raised its head in the cutover near the green strip. If it wasn't for that shot, I'd have...
Life's Lessons on Opening Day
-- Back on a high ridge along an old cut trail stood a young man inside a makeshift hunting blind. Light filtered down through the trees, mixing with the mist that was rising from the earth. The smells, the quietness, the coolness - I can still picture moss growing on the tree trunks, dew dripping from leaves and water trickling through the little creek.
It was my first deer hunt.
I was dressed in a hand-me-down ora...
My Unique Buck
-- It was early November during the 2012 youth season when I got my first buck. My boyfriend, Bryce, and I were hunting near Clarence, Mo., as we made our way to our deer stand. I remember it was dark outside, with no moon or light for us to see the trail. I was just hoping we were going in the right direction as we hurried through the woods. As we were walking up a hill, Bryce accidentally rolled his ankle in a hole. He ...
Hold off for the BIG One!
-- On November 26, 2012, my brother Bill and I left camp at 5:30 a.m. to go rifle hunting on our place in Tioga County, Penn.
Before leaving, our brother Chris came downstairs to wish us well on a safe hunt. Later that day, I would remember his advice: "Hold off for the big one."
As Bill and I drove to our hunting area, all was quiet in the truck. I was feeling anxious about my spot, because I'd seen a lot of buck si...
Stars of the Trail Cam
-- Although my husband, Ed, and I live in New York, my story takes place in Georgia, less than 300 yards from the Chattahoochee River which separates Georgia and Alabama.
I've lost count of how many times I've visited those woods, but some months it's almost every day, in hopes of taking my first buck.
It felt pretty much like any other morning as I headed to my treestand, except this time I left home early enough t...
The Best Aunt Ever
-- I had left school early to get to my hunting spot at the right time. I traveled to a field on our family farm in Carroll County, Ohio, and put a hang-on stand in an old tree where my Great Aunt Kay used to hunt. She passed on a few years ago, but I'll always remember her for her love of hunting. After hanging the stand, I went down and had lunch with my grandfather. Shortly afterward, I headed out with my shotgun f...
Best Moment, Hands Down!
-- When I was in elementary school, I randomly came across a deer hunting computer game. Believe it or not, that's where my desire to go deer hunting started.
I quickly became extremely interested, and when I was in 5th grade I got my first hunting license. It wasn't until I reached the 8th grade, and Ohio's 2007 Youth Deer Season arrived, that everything changed.
My dad, Chuck Farrar, and I sat in our stand for hou...
Honeymoon in Camo!
-- My wife Sunny and I got married last October. Before our marriage, she had no experience with hunting whatsoever.
Since I'd grown up in an outdoors family and hunting is a huge part of our lives, I wanted to take my new bride to shoot my .22-250 as soon as possible. My goal was to teach her about firearms and safety before letting her decide for herself if she wanted to hunt, too.
Before our wedding, Sunny had n...
-- My son, Lance Johnson, was 9 years old on the opening morning of Alabama's 2012 Youth Turkey Hunt, three years after being diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. This is the story of his first turkey.
Despite difficulties of living with diabetes, Lance is passionate about turkey hunting, and this was his second season in the turkey woods.
Last year, unfortunately, if anything could have gone wrong, it did: poachers, st...