Blustery Day Buck
-- The day ended up awesomely, but it didn’t start out that way.
On Friday, while at work in the dental office, I checked my weather channel app. It said, “30 mph winds — stay in bed today.” I laughed when I read that.
Even my boss Dr. Rahn said, “I bet you won’t get up and go tomorrow.”
I considered staying in the warm bed when I awoke and it was 7 degrees and snowing ... with gale force winds.
Although I live in S...
How To End a Season
-- Every hunting season since I was 2 years old, my dad and I have traveled from our home in Niceville, Fla., to Macon County, Alabama. It had been four years since I was able to take a nice buck worthy of mounting.
This year I had a new gun handed down to me, a 1980s Browning BAR .270. I had been letting small bucks walk until the rut hit. Then, on Sunday, Jan. 25, 2014, our last weekend in the woods arrived.
From Sinkhole to Cloud Nine
-- On a cold and frosty Sunday morning, Nov. 3, 2013, I decided to hunt one of my favorite stands about 40 yards from the edge of a half-picked, Indiana cornfield. I was aloft 20 minutes before dawn.
Shortly after daybreak, I decided to start things off with an aggressive rattling sequence – to paint the deer a picture. I grunted three times, paused for probably 30 seconds, and then added a snort-wheeze. Next, I gr...
-- In August of 2009, my hunting buddy Larry asked me to scout a new area we hadn’t hunted before. We took my truck and set off to the well-known G-2 big buck area in Wyoming.
When we arrived, Tre Heiner of Double Diamond Outfitters, our guide, had horses ready for us at the trail head. We headed into the hills to scout some big bucks, amazed at the number and size of the deer.
We found at least a hundred, all 24-...
-- When I climbed into my treestand in Screven County, Ga., on Nov. 17, 2012, I couldn’t have predicted my hunt would end by taking a buck with one of the most unusual set of antlers I’ve ever seen.
I’d been sitting in my stand about 30 minutes when a young spike appeared. Ten minutes later, I saw what appeared to be a deer disappear behind a large, fallen pine tree about 150 yards to my left. Another 15 minutes pas...
Nephew's 1st Buck Leads to Uncle's Tennessee Bruiser
-- I love hunting.
The good Lord comes first, and then family, then deer hunting, but I really love deer hunting. I've hunted in Rutherford County in Middle Tennessee since I was about 8-years-old, but I didn’t take my first deer until I was 10.
Hunting in Tennessee was hard at that time. All I saw were does, never any bucks. When I was 12, I shot a 3-point buck, and kept hunting until I took an 8-pointer. B...
Thanks for the Memories
-- I got my first buck on Dec. 12, 2009, and I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sitting in my treestand, waiting impatiently to see the woods wake up around me. A few groups of deer ran by in the distance, and I hoped they would go by my husband, Mike, and my daughter, Michaela. After that, it was pretty slow. By 8:35 I started to get a little bored, so got out my cell phone and began to have a text conversation w...
All in the Family
-- I’ve been hunting with my dad, Eric Jenderny, since I was old enough to walk.
He taught me what his dad taught him about hunting. His best friend Bruce Rogers also taught me a lot about hunting, so what I’ve learned about deer and hunting, I owe to them.
Now that I’m 16, I’ve become a mighty hunter like my mentors.
The weekend before Wisconsin’s 2013 rifle season, I traveled with my dad, my uncles Eric and Paul, ...
Two Sons, Two Bucks
-- After two days spent hunting with my kids and seeing their successes in the woods, my mind was replaying the moments we’d shared. It’s amazing to see kids’ faces light up with pride after their hunts, and it’s something I’ll never forget.
The first part of Alabama’s youth season in 2012 found me sitting in the stand with my youngest son, Drake. It was his first deer hunt with him as the shooter.
We sat watching ...