Field Skills
The Day a Treestand Almost Turned Someone Into a Lawn Dart
Competence and complacency are two very different things, and on one crisp autumn morning high up in an old oak, that difference got learned…
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Field Hunter is the Field Honest house byline for real field narratives shaped by the editorial desk. Stories may come from our own experience, friends and contributors, or reader submissions. First-person voice preserves the source narrator's perspective; the byline does not claim that one person lived every story.
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The One Time Grandpa Didn’t Ask, the Rifle Stayed on the Kitchen Table
For fifteen years, every single time the door was headed out for a hunt, the…
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The Buck Fever That Turned My Brain to Mush and My Arrow Sideways
I had him. After three months of watching this ten-point ghost my trail cameras, after…
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