When the first humans walked into North America roughly 15,000 years ago, they walked into a continent absolutely stacked with game. Mammoths, mastodons, giant…
Read the storyI was 26 the first time I tried still hunting. Not the kind where you…
My first season with a deer tag, I shot the first buck I saw. Button…
I was twenty-three when I killed my first whitetail. It was a small six-point, nothing special to anyone but me.…
We were set up in a layout blind on the edge of a cut cornfield. Four of us. Early November,…
I spent my first three seasons hunting the same way: find a spot, sit down, stare at the woods, go…
There’s a picture of me somewhere on my cousin Dave’s phone. I’m standing next to a campfire, holding a blackened…
I paid forty-three dollars for my first pair of hunting boots. That should tell you everything right there. I was…
I drove two hundred and forty miles with an empty gun. Let me rephrase that. I drove two hundred and…
There’s a specific kind of stupidity that only exists when you’re standing in a river at 6 AM, convinced you’ve…
I spent $450 on a rangefinder three years ago. Not because I needed one — I’d been hunting whitetail in…
Every hunter has at least one story they’d rather tell after a couple of beers. The kind of story where…
