One In A Million...Times Three! |
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Tuesday, February 07, 2012 |
Just about every hunting season, I get a call from a hunter who has harvested an all-white (albino) or partially white (piebald) deer. And every yea...
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For Better or Worse |
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Tuesday, January 31, 2012 |
“With this ring,” “‘til death do us part,” “through sickness and in health” are things we remember saying when joining in solemn assembly with the o...
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My Name is Linda, and I'm a Deer Hunting Addict |
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Tuesday, January 24, 2012 |
I am the oldest of five girls reared in the country and taught by our father to shoot at an early age. My husband, Joe, has been deer hunting since th...
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Hunting Below the Threshold |
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Tuesday, January 17, 2012 |
Is it humanly possible to not smell like a human? I often kick off seminars with this question because it’s a hot, if not the hottest, topic in hunt...
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When the Wind Blows |
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Sunday, January 08, 2012 |
Michael Haviland wanted to make it clear that he’d be ready whenever I decided to pull the trigger. The then-24-year-old videographer was on the vie...
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Time to Rename the Stand |
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Tuesday, January 03, 2012 |
It was a very cold Sunday afternoon on Jan. 20, 2008, and most sane people were watching football on TV. t there as, lking to my deer stand and tha...
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The Five Ws of Decoying Deer |
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011 |
It was that gloomy period known as false dawn. I was perched on the edge of a huge cut cornfield in southeast Illinois, and somewhere out in front o...
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Where Do All the Big Bucks Go? |
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Tuesday, December 20, 2011 |
It was the second week of the Maine firearms deer season, and I hadn’t visited the deer woods because of a very successful fly fishing foray to Onta...
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Where Rubber Hits the Road |
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Tuesday, December 13, 2011 |
The cock of the walk was a 9-pointer that protected the archipelago of cedars like a deranged mockingbird. No other deer, regardless of plumbing, co...
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Dorothy Was Right! |
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Tuesday, December 06, 2011 |
By the time I reached the pick-up point well past sundown, headlights were igniting the tall grass at the edge of “Buckzilla Woods,” so named for a ...
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