When a Bobcat Takes Your Favorite Marsh – Conservation Finds You Anyway
The day I lost my duck blind, I was standing in a parking lot holding a cup of gas station coffee and staring at…
Read the storyThe day I lost my duck blind, I was standing in a parking lot holding a cup of gas station coffee and staring at…
Read the storyI shot my bow 147 times a week for four months. I counted. I had…
I watched four YouTube videos the night before my first solo field dressing. Four. I…
My buddy Dave has this thing where he describes terrible ideas like they’re facts. “We’re gonna fly into the Adirondacks,”…
I’ve been shooting rifles since I was twelve. I know how to find deer, how to read sign, how to…
Some bucks stop being deer. They become neighbors, ghosts, characters with names — and when they disappear, they leave a…
I shot my first deer with a rifle when I was twenty-two. Nothing special — a spike buck at about…
When the first humans walked into North America roughly 15,000 years ago, they walked into a continent absolutely stacked with…
I was 26 the first time I tried still hunting. Not the kind where you walk to a stand and…
My first season with a deer tag, I shot the first buck I saw. Button buck. I didn’t know the…
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,…