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Cast Iron Skillet, No Tent Pole: Five Days in the Adirondacks for Brook Trout
My buddy Dave has this thing where he describes terrible ideas like they’re facts. “We’re gonna fly into the Adirondacks,” he said over a beer in Mar…
2 months, 1 week ago
The Deer That Became Local Legends
Some bucks stop being deer. They become neighbors, ghosts, characters with names — and when they disappear, they leave a hole no new set of antlers c…
2 months, 1 week ago
Bowhunting Isn’t Rifle Hunting With Extra Steps. Here’s What Nobody Tells You.
I’ve been shooting rifles since I was twelve. I know how to find deer, how to read sign, how to sit still when my ass is frozen to a tree and my toes…
2 months, 1 week ago
4 Ways Your Rifle Gear Intuition Will Betray You in Bow Season
I shot my first deer with a rifle when I was twenty-two. Nothing special — a spike buck at about eighty yards, Remington 700 in .30-06, cheap Bushnel…
2 months, 1 week ago
From Mammoths to Managed Herds: A Short History of Hunting in America
When the first humans walked into North America roughly 15,000 years ago, they walked into a continent absolutely stacked with game. Mammoths, mastod…
2 months, 1 week ago
Still Hunting Is a Lost Art. A Guy Named Jake and Four Blown Chances Taught Me Why.
I was 26 the first time I tried still hunting. Not the kind where you walk to a stand and sit there for six hours — actual still hunting, where you m…
2 months, 1 week ago
Five Years as the Hunter Conservationists Warn You About
My first season with a deer tag, I shot the first buck I saw. Button buck. I didn’t know the difference. He was brown, he had tiny nubs, and my brain…
2 months, 1 week ago
How to Ruin Your First Deer and Serve It to Your Parents Anyway
I was twenty-three when I killed my first whitetail. It was a small six-point, nothing special to anyone but me. I sat in a ladder stand on my buddy’…
2 months, 2 weeks ago
A Goose Hit My Buddy Square in the Chest and His Shotgun Ended Up Two Feet Deep in Mud
We were set up in a layout blind on the edge of a cut cornfield. Four of us. Early November, eastern shore of Maryland. The kind of morning where you…
2 months, 2 weeks ago
Three Years in the Woods Before Learning What’s Really There
I spent my first three seasons hunting the same way: find a spot, sit down, stare at the woods, go home. Sometimes I saw deer. Usually I didn’t. I to…
2 months, 2 weeks ago