Fifty-Five Pounds of Fear, Eighteen Pounds of Pack
I used to carry way too much stuff into the woods. Like, embarrassing amounts. My first elk hunt I brought a 55-pound pack for…
Read the storyI used to carry way too much stuff into the woods. Like, embarrassing amounts. My first elk hunt I brought a 55-pound pack for…
Read the storyI wasn't trying to call anything in. I was just sitting there, bored, playing a…
There’s a piece of public land about forty minutes from my house. I’ve hunted it…
The first deer I butchered myself was a disaster. I had YouTube pulled up on my phone, a dull knife…
I got properly lost exactly once. Not “where’s the truck” lost. Not “let me pull up OnX” lost. Lost lost.…
I used to carry so much junk into the woods that my pack weighed damn near forty pounds. Fire starter.…
I shot my first deer when I was sixteen. Or at least, I thought I’d shot it. The rifle barked,…
The first time I went fishing by myself, I fell in. Completely in. Waders full of cold river water, rod…
I was hunting black bear in northern Minnesota a few years back. Second evening, I’m walking back to camp along…
I shot a one-hole group at the range last Tuesday. Drove home happy. Thursday morning I’m in a treestand, buck…
I’ll be honest with you — I used to be the guy who bought $99 scopes off Amazon and called…