Some Men Leave a Rod, Some Leave a Tackle Box
My old man kept his tackle box in the bottom of the hall closet, under a stack of rubber boots and a cardboard box…
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My old man kept his tackle box in the bottom of the hall closet, under a stack of rubber boots and a cardboard box…
Read the storyShe started out as Jack. That is the detail people forget when they talk about…
You wake because the cold has crawled through the wagon bed and settled in your…
Before the Hollywood Buck there was another deer. A big one, people said. The kind of buck that made a…
I found the bear by accident. That’s the first thing I need you to understand before the rest of this…
We were set up in a layout blind on the edge of a cut cornfield. Four of us. Early November,…
Every hunter has at least one story they’d rather tell after a couple of beers. The kind of story where…
I don’t talk about this hunt much. Not because it’s embarrassing — although some of it is — but because…
My uncle Joe wasn’t a serious hunter. He was the kind of guy who bought his tag the night before…
I was hunting whitetail in a patch of public land in northern Wisconsin. Late October, the rut was starting to…
I wasn't trying to call anything in. I was just sitting there, bored, playing a free predator call app. Then…
I was hunting black bear in northern Minnesota a few years back. Second evening, I’m walking back to camp along…