November 28, 2013
When we woke up it was cold. Damn cold. A frigid six degrees in the Black Hills of Wyoming. It was what I had been waiting for in three seasons of hunting mule deer there. Cold and snow. Fresh snow. Four to six inches of it covering up everything. A perfect day for tracking. After […]
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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 […]
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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 […]
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