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....
It was a cold Alabama morning, and being in the woods felt like a group of bullies was staring me down before handing out the beating of a lifetime. In other words, it was a feeling a hunter never forgets.
I could almost feel the beady eyes of a pack of coyotes watching as I made my way to my treestand in pitch black darkness.
A sigh of relief came when shades of orange leaked through the pines as the sun rose to ...
Black Hawg Down
Bouncing through the cattle pasture in a pickup, we were still within sight of the main dirt road when we spotted our first whitetail of the morning. That sighting was followed quickly by turkeys, plenty of doves, more whitetails and even an alligator!
I would have expected such diverse and plentiful wildlife in Texas — except maybe for the alligator — but we were in Florida. And not inside a high fence.
Maiden Hunt a Real Trip!
Since it was the first time I'd ever set out on a hunting trip all alone, I was scared as well as excitedly nervous on that cold November day. But I also felt incredibly adventurous, walking in the dark to my blind which was an old poly tank with the windows hacked out and a jerry-rigged door.
As dawn broke over Michigan, shapes emerged from darkness and the field came to life. I felt a sense of bravado you don...
The 70-Year-Old Sprinter
November 15, 2011, was the fifth day of the Missouri rifle season. My hunting partner, Billy Botos, had taken a nice 10-pointer earlier in the day, so I was on my own for the afternoon hunt.
I chose to spend my time on one of my club's leased properties. This place featured large cow pastures, CRP fields and bean fields that had been harvested.
I had a good feeling of anticipation as I drove through the gates ...