My heart sank as I pulled into the parking spot at one of my favorite public land access points. I had just driven twenty-five miles to hunt the last few hours of the day, and I was greeted by what I dread most as a public land hunter; the tailgate of another pickup. Now I was in a dilemma. Where ...
It was mid-January and snow blanketed the ground. The high temperature hovered around the low 20’s. Arctic air had pushed down into the lower 48 making for brutally cold conditions. Snow flurries blew throughout the morning and trees were popping from the winds and cold. I trudged through the ...READ MORE +
There’s a “perfect” rifle for every man; but it takes study, time and know-how to find it There are two broad, general schools of traditional varmint-hunting devotees. For this particular narrative we shall classify them in this manner, anyway, to spare you a belaboring of way-out aspects of the ...READ MORE +
You don’t just run out there and gun down the wary crow. Take time setting up. He has his blind spots. Learn to use them. A pair of crows, their big mouths spieling out raucous threats, was tearing in from our right. “Take the front one,” I whispered to Gordie Pleiss, my hunting partner. Blamity ...READ MORE +
“It’s gotta be better than a 160 class buck for me to try a sneak. Five years ago I wouldn’t have said that, but today that’s where I’m at.” My good friend was explaining his hunting strategy to me over lunch one day. We both get fired up for our annual spot and stalk mule deer hunts in Nebraska’s ...READ MORE +
Gusting wind violently whipped the barren branches of the cottonwood trees overhead. At eye level the waist high grass of the river bottom frantically whirled from the invisible torrent of air coursing through our region. With wind gushing around me, my gasping breaths of the frigid air failed to ...READ MORE +
I recently found an old elementary school assignment of mine while rummaging through some old things. The assignment asked students a variety of questions about their favorite things, who they would like to meet if they could meet anybody, and where they plan on living when they grow up. One ...READ MORE +
Morning’s first gray light had disappeared hours ago as the warming sun hung overhead. Yucca and sagebrush dotted the withered yellow buffalo grass that blanketed the broken country surrounding me. Junipers and cedars filled the draws of the canyon that stretched out in front of me. Energetic mule ...READ MORE +