As duck season fades away and deer season wanes, most hunters begin to retire to their warm homes to recuperate after a long season. A few may go afield for late-season rabbit hunts and a February squirrel or two, but few have wingshooting on their minds this late in the year. […]
Randy Pope climbed into his elevated tree stand well before dawn on a recent hunt and prepared for the morning. Pope has hunted big-game animals all over the world and is an expert at finding, hunting and harvesting trophy whitetail bucks. […]
Joe Poole had been cooling his heels in his truck for much of the day last Jan. 13, watching a huge bean field that was literally full of deer. It was four days after a major snowfall, and the cold weather had deer up and moving. […]
In search of vegetative foliage, five bucks — a mature 8-pointer, a 3½-year-old, two spunky spikes and a curious button buck — go single file along the forest edge, ascending a bluff. Occasionally the group stops to forage; yet one of the spikes and the button buck, by instinct, prefer to assertively test their status with bouts of mock sparring. […]
January 2012 […]
Rick Dillard eased through the woods in full stealth mode with his rifle ready for action as he worked his way toward his afternoon stand on a late December hunt last year. With a heightened sense of anticipation, Dillard scanned his surroundings quickly as a doe ran by. […]
Jason Garbo puts trail cameras to use to kill big bucks. See the special feature beginning on page 8 for more details. […]
Trail cameras are not just for taking whitetail snapshots for the deer camp family album. […]
Ronnie Corkern had to wait only one year to see the value of quality-buck management. […]
It’s a well-worn mantra from grey-beards such as myself: Many of us who are closer to 65 than we’d like to admit cut our hunting teeth on squirrels, rabbits and quail. We didn’t use camouflage clothing or high-priced squirrel dogs. […]
Kent Driscoll kept his head down as he slowly motored across the face of the Sardis dam. It wasn’t because the weather was all that cold. It also wasn’t because wind was whipping in his face. […]
In my lifetime, I have only known the Delta to be an expanse of rowed-up dirt that is planted annually with various crops that feed and clothe the world. Deltans can look across a field that continues for miles with no apparent end. Approaching lightning storms on hot summer nights can be viewed from what seems to be as far away as Texas. […]
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