Ian's Last Buck
-- It was the last day of the 2009 Wisconsin rifle season for me and my stepson Ian Fossum who loved to hunt. He had just turned 14.
Ian was able to sit in his stand all by himself, but on the eve of the final day, he asked me to take him out and sit with him.
I woke up early that next morning, looked out the window and noticed fresh snow. I immediately woke Ian and told him, it snowed last night; let's get out there...
From Passed Shot to Pass-through
-- My story ends with a big buck down, but it begins with this huntress making a judgment call that some hunters won't believe.
As the 2012 bow season approached, every hunter who had put time and effort into preparing for the upcoming season was very concerned about the extreme drought plaguing our area.
Our crops were hurting, the water sources were scarce, and the food plots were in poor condition until a little r...
Not Your Garden-Variety Buck
-- Using one eye, I peeked out from behind the old wooden shed. My quarry for the past 24 days, the non-typical monster buck that had occupied all my recent dreams, had just appeared and was on a trail leading to me.
Its body was angled slightly toward me at just over 30 yards. I eased back out of sight to draw my bow. I found my anchor point, and leaned forward to take the shot.
The old buck caught my movement, st...
-- There isn't a time I can remember hunting not being a part of my life - a big part.
I've been fortunate to have grown up hunting with my dad, and everything I know about the outdoors I've learned from him. He taught me how to scout with trail cameras, which clued us in to this buck's existence.
For two consecutive years, we got a few pictures of the buck we named The Freak. Then, the deer mysteriously disappeared....