The Line a Man Draws When Nobody Is Watching
My buddy Travis and I were splitting a case of beer on his tailgate last spring, talking about where we’d go if money ever…
Read the storyStories and practical context about habitat, access, wildlife science, stewardship, and what disappears when outdoorsmen stop paying attention.
My buddy Travis and I were splitting a case of beer on his tailgate last spring, talking about where we’d go if money ever…
Read the storyThe first duck I ever shot clean dropped straight out of the sky and hit…
The buck was maybe ninety pounds, and he was running away from me, and I…
The first deer I ever shot, I shot in the guts. I was twenty-two, shaking so hard the crosshair wouldn’t…
The shot was legal for about four more minutes, and I knew it. I had been watching the light die…
I threw away a deer shoulder once and didn’t think twice about it. That’s the sentence that still sits in…
The day I lost my duck blind, I was standing in a parking lot holding a cup of gas station…
My first season with a deer tag, I shot the first buck I saw. Button buck. I didn’t know the…
I showed up to my first public land hunt with everything I’d read on forums. Camo head to toe. Scent…
I used to think “conservation” was something other people did. Biologists. Government agencies. Guys with wildlife management degrees and clipboards.…
I didn’t think much about conservation until I lost a hunting spot. It was a patch of BLM land in…
I pulled into the gravel lot at 5 a.m. and there it was. A For Sale sign. On the gate.…