Antlers Are Great...
-- We awoke early one morning, excited to begin our first hunt of the year near Franklin, Indiana.
As my dad and I drove to our property, we made a plan. If I didn't get a deer in the morning or early afternoon, we'd go get lunch and then go back and stay until it got dark.
About an hour passed and we finally made it to the barn cabin.
Dad and I made sure we had all we needed and began to walk to the treestand. Once...
If You're Sure . . . Shoot!
-- Ever since I was five years old, I’ve enjoyed sitting in the back seat of my dad's truck while he and my grandpa hunted whitetail. Hunting always seemed so special.
Being from Saskatchewan, Canada, I‘ve seen lots of action and a handful of big bucks over the years.
Every year I became more and more excited about going for my own first white-tailed deer.
Finally, after years of waiting and completing a hunter safet...
-- It started to sprinkle rain as I attached my bow to my pull-up cord. I hadn't packed raingear since it was still warm, and I hadn't checked the forecast since I'd been in a hurry to get into my stand before daybreak.
I continued to climb, hoping it would just drizzle or soon quit. No such luck.
I settled into my stand, nocked an arrow and got as comfortable as I could. Even in the rain, I was excited ...
Poetry in Motion
-- The story about my first deer hunt really started Christmas of 2008 when my parents got me my first gun, a .22 caliber Cricket.
My dad, Rich, and I started shooting at our sportsmen club and I got better each time.
For years, I kept shooting my .22, but in 2012 I wanted to shoot a bigger gun.
While I was away visiting my grandparents that summer, Dad bought me a .243 rifle. I practiced regularly with it unti...
In the Blink of an Eye
-- November 8, 2008 is a date that will live with me forever. I was definitely at the right place at the right time, and sheer luck was on my side that entire day.
It was unusually cold in northern Louisiana, and my feet were simply extensions of my legs.
My LaCrosse Granges, or what I call the official state boot, didn't offer a break from the cold because they had absolutely no insulation. I didn't think I'd need ...
Opening Day Sister Act!
-- During Missouri's 2012 Fall Youth Season, my sister Coti and I attended with high hopes of getting lucky. I am 13 years old and she is 11.
On opening day, I sat with my uncle and my father accompanied Coti in a different stand. First, we all met up at a field an hour before daylight.
Soon, we set off to go to our separate spots; mine in an open CRP field and Coti's in the timber.
Eventually, we made it to ...
Catoosa County Countdown
-- Being a novice hunter, I needed all the help I could get.
A couple of my hunting friends must've answered about a thousand of my questions, and I searched YouTube for videos about every aspect of deer hunting I could possibly think of.
I spent hours constructing a homemade ground blind, setting up trail cams, studying the photos and practicing relentlessly with a crossbow I'd traded for a few months before the ...
Patience of a Child
-- I want to tell you a story of a shy child who has been taught a great love for the outdoors by his father and has displayed patience that truly amazes me.
Landon Hooper was only eight when he took his first deer in Fisherville, Kentucky. It was a nice-sized doe. The following year, at the age of nine, Landon got his first buck.
I'm so incredibly impressed a child this young had the patience to sit quietly in a b...
-- You might remember Indiana's Danny Terril, who made the BTR Record Book in 2011 with a buck scoring 169 3/8 inches composite. Unfortunately, last season Danny was struck with pancreatic cancer.
On September 24, 2012, the avid bowhunter had a major surgery to remove a sizable life-threatening tumor in his pancreas. Always one with a sense of humor, I will never forget Danny lying in the recovery room, saying...