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Even from a great distance I could tell he was the kind of buck I was looking for. His velvet-wrapped 4X4 rack carried deep forks and heavy beams, and with a spread of nearly 28 inches, I would ha…

The line from the poem “Night Before Christmas” that always strikes me is: “The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below.” While for most folks it’s just…

Looking back, I’d have to say that I’ve been pretty fortunate as a bowhunter. Notwithstanding a handful of hunts, I’ve been able to leave the woods with the buck or bull I was after. However, if t…

I’ve always been infatuated with traditional bowhunting. From the moment I picked up my first compound bow and slipped an arrow through the ribs of my first bull elk, I’d often wondered if I was on…

Spring is right around the corner. It won’t be long before hunters everywhere will be standing in the woods before dawn listening for lovesick longbeards. The problem with turkey hunting is that i…