Determination, Flip Flops and a Muzzleloader
-- I'm a 28-year-old homegrown Kansas girl who rarely gets time to hunt. This might seem a little strange since my husband Josh and I are in the outfitting business, our seventh year, in fact.
But as the busy mother of two boys, Easton and Wyatt, and with business in full swing at Kickin' Tail Outfitters, I didn't think I'd get to go at all this season.
On September 16, 2013, Josh and I were lucky enough to find tim...
Don't Tell Dad...Yet
-- Each fall my dad Art League takes a hunting trip somewhere in the Midwest or Texas. I’ve been to Kansas with him twice, but the years I haven’t gone, I’ve been very successful back here in North Carolina.
In fact, on Dad’s first Kansas trip four years ago, I shot a great buck from his stand, but this year, I did ever better!
Most everything I know about hunting I learned from my father. From an early age, I develo...
Off of the Sidelines
-- I readily admit, I grew up in a non-hunting family and had always considered myself an animal lover. I would've never considered trying hunting until I met my future husband, outdoor writer Mike Lambeth.
Mike is an avid bowhunter, and I enjoyed watching him shoot on several occasions. He took the time to explain his hobby to me in a way that actually made sense.
We married soon after we met, and Mike suggested I ...
Like a Ton of Bricks
-- Tennessee’s deer season arrived; it started like most, with excitement, anticipation and me hardly being able to wait to see what kind of deer our family would harvest.
In October, my Dad was driving to work when he spotted a very good buck with a unique left side to its rack.
He and my stepmother only have about 10 acres to hunt, so seeing a monster buck was big news, although we’ve taken a few decent bucks there...
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 ...