Follow In My Footsteps, Mom
-- “Follow in my footsteps, Mom.”
This was one of the umpteen gazillion instructions I received from my 14-year-old son, Billy Horne, during my hunting inauguration, along with don’t sneeze, breathe, sniff, cough or basically exist for the next four hours. But he’d asked me to go, and the opportunity to spend time alone with him dwindles as he approaches manhood, so I nodded and promised to hold my breath the rest o...
-- The starting place for my 2012 trophy deer is food plots, food plots and more food plots.
We’ve been planting food plots for 5 years on our lease, which is almost 500 acres. Over time, the food plots have gotten bigger, and so have the deer. Racks haven’t gotten taller or wider, but they seem to have more mass. I believe we grew my 15-point trophy its entire life. I even got him on camera in September of 2011.
Pawpaw Comes Through
-- My name is Ethan, and I am 8 years old. I got to go hunting for the first time during the last youth hunt of the 2013 season in Breathitt County, Kentucky.
Since my dad had to work, my papaw took me hunting. We hunted in the morning on Dec. 28, and since we didn’t get anything, I told Papaw we should go back in the evening. When it was time, we put on our camo, grabbed the .243 and went to the blind.
We sat pro...
Bowhunting with a Passion
-- Since I was old enough to get out there, I’ve been hunting with my dad and brother. Years of hunting for rabbits, squirrels, raccoons, deer and coyotes have turned me into quite the addict.
My parents raised me with the mindset that nothing was off limits because I was a girl, and if I worked hard enough, I would be successful. I attribute my upbringing to many successes in my life, and I hope to be able to insti...
-- Anyone who was rifle hunting in Missouri on opening weekend of 2013 will remember the horrible weather conditions — 70 degrees and 30 mile per hour winds.
It was a Sunday afternoon and I was hunting with my wife Bryannon in Benton County, just south of Cole Camp. We’d just talked about how we weren’t going to see anything since deer don’t usually move when it’s hot and windy.
As I explained to my wife, however, ...
The 8-point Showgirl!
-- It was puzzling. By the second weekend of the 2013 firearms season, I was perplexed by the lack of buck activity. That’s when I crossed paths with the most unusual deer I’ve ever seen.
My family has 220 acres in central Minnesota. We’ve been hunting there for 40-plus years, and that year we had another first when I shot an 8-point doe in velvet.
My father, Jeff Klein, and I had hunted the first weekend of firearm...
-- During the spring of 2013, I fell in love with my very first bow purchase, a Mathews Passion. I spent the rest of that spring, summer and fall practicing with it.
Because I’d been out of town, I had to miss the first few days of the season, but when I got home my first priority was to get in the stand.
I put in hours and hours, and then more hours just waiting and praying that something big would walk in. I knew ...
Kansas Has a New Hunter!
-- Two years ago, my son Bryce wanted to try deer hunting. At age nine, he wasn’t quite strong enough to draw poundage adequate for bowhunting, so we chose a rifle.
During several outings, Bryce endured some very cold and harsh Midwest winter conditions, but he fared much better than I’d expected.
On our first rifle hunt, he passed on a small buck in hope of seeing a bigger one. This was his choice. Unfortunately, a...
Veteran's Day Dream!
-- I was hunting in North Carolina on a very cold Veteran’s Day morning in 2013 with my 73-year-old, handicapped father when the flash of antlers caught our attention.
Quickly, as the buck moved through the pines, I lifted my Savage muzzleloader into position and peered through my binoculars as the rack headed toward an opening.
“Wow, he has some really tall points,” I whispered to my Dad, James Potts. “What do you ...