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…

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 hav…

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…

Research shows that fewer and fewer people are hunting each year. There are several reasons why this is happening. Baby boomers are getting old and can no longer hunt, parents aren’t passing huntin…