Tagging Wilson
January 17, 2014
When I got in the truck with John for my second pronghorn hunt with him in two years, I was expecting a similar hunt to my first: glassing for hours, seemingly without end, and walking the open prairie mile after mile in search of an antelope to shoot. I wasn’t looking for a conventional trophy, […]
Busting My Cherry: Tagging Jackson
November 28, 2013
Our third day of hunting was a miserable day. The rain was pouring down, the wind was blowing from the north at nearly thirty miles per hour, and it was hovering just below forty degrees. It was a terrible day for hunting. The pronghorn, seemingly smarter than John and I, were bedded down and weathering […]
My Deer Rifle
November 14, 2013
Perhaps I’m in the small minority. One of those people who wants to know esoteric details about things that don’t really matter, and that no one else cares about, but one thing I find lacking in virtually every hunting article, blog post, and television show is information about the hunter’s rifle (or bow). The only […]
Busting My Cherry: The Search Begins
November 11, 2013
After my badly hurt yet very determined to get away muley buck leaped out of his bed he took two bounds before he was out of sight just over a small ridge about thirty feet in front of us. Rather than make another mistake by following him and pushing him any harder than we already […]
A Hunter
November 9, 2013
I wasn’t always a hunter. My father never taught me the skills needed to hunt because he wasn’t a hunter either. Nor his father before him. Sure, dad might have shot a squirrel or two on the odd occasion from the back porch of his grandmother’s cabin in rural North Florida, or killed a woodpecker […]