
Hunter in the Headlights
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
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?
That which once was wild within me is increasingly becoming domesticated. Continue reading Banking Fire
I opened that window just in time to see the red glow of my trail camera’s infrared flash. Continue reading Red Light, Green Light
If her daddy owned a half section in the heart of big buck country, I’d have learned to love her. Continue reading “Don’t drink, smoke or chew . . .”
The sun may be setting on a brilliant hunting career, but as hunters well know, those last few rays of sunlight, those final moments before darkness falls – well, that’s the magic hour. Continue reading The Magic Hour