Seems like they’d be easy to kill, doesn’t it? Only those that’ve never done it think so. I hunt the stinking things every spring, and at least once a season, I’m the one that winds up looking like the turkey. Continue reading Who’s the Turkey Now?
For three straight years, I wondered about my integrity as a sportsman. Continue reading Of Elk and Ethics
The new car smell in that Civic was long gone. Continue reading The Hatchback Buck
Fully mature, block headed and barrel chested, the buck looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. Continue reading Blood Trail
Never has the phrase ‘deer in the headlights’ been more fitting. Except that it applied to me, not the buck. Continue reading Hunter in the Headlights
It took a trip to Germany and a conversation with a man who’s hunted all over the world to make me realize just how blessed I am to be a sportsman in Oklahoma. Continue reading An Embarrassment of Opportunities
If Peter Hathaway Capstick stretched the truth, he was only doing what we hunters do; he just did it better. Continue reading Peter Hathaway Capstick: The Best of the Worst of Us
No amount of adrenaline can staunch the flow of blood from a scope bitten forehead. Continue reading Once Bitten, Twice Shy
Why not slip on the mad scientist’s lab coat and design the Frankenstein’s monster of all whitetails? Continue reading Personal Preference
It was the last call he made that made me turn and run for the safety of civilization. Continue reading It’s a Sin to Kill a Mockingbird . . . Or Is It?
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