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I Lost the Biggest Bass of My Life to a Knot I Was Too Stubborn to Check
The biggest bass of my life ate a worm at about seven in the morning, and I was already mostly checked out. I’d been standing on the same dock for an…
1 week, 3 days ago
I Fed My Family Silver Skin Venison Burgers and Called Them Gamey for Two Years
I killed my first deer and I knew exactly what to do with it, because I had watched a man grind a whole whitetail in ten minutes flat on a video the …
1 week, 3 days ago
Amos’s Diary: Thursday, April 9, 1903
Three pages in the diary now, and every one turns the year over like a flat rock. Summer and winter and the far edge of fall got wrote down, so this …
1 week, 4 days ago
I Fell Asleep in the Stand and Woke Up to the Biggest Buck of My Life Under My Tree
The first thing I remember is the taste of the inside of my own mouth, dry and sour, and the second thing is the weight of a deer I never heard arriv…
1 week, 5 days ago
I Saved Eighty Bucks on a Knockoff Scope and It Fogged Up on the Only Buck I Saw All Season
The scope on my rifle was old when I got it. I bought the rifle used from a man named Earl who said the glass was “good enough for a walkin fella,” a…
1 week, 5 days ago
I Practiced on a Bench All Summer and Couldn’t Hold Steady From a Treestand
The shot was thirty-one yards, and I had shot it a thousand times. A thousand times on a cement bench at the range, with a sandbag under the forend, …
1 week, 6 days ago
We Dont Shoot Does: The Buck Only Rule That Starved a Herd for Ten Years
My granddad said it so many times it might as well have been chiseled on the mantle. “We don’t shoot does.” My dad said it too, and his dad before hi…
1 week, 6 days ago
You Took the Wrong Ruts and Lost the Road. Now Find West With a Floating Needle and the Dead Man’s Habits.
You wake with the taste of dust on your teeth and the knowledge, certain as sunrise, that you have made the wrong turn. It is late July, 1849, and so…
1 week, 6 days ago
I Ruined the Liver on My First Deer and Blamed the Organ for Three Years
I broke the bile sac on my first deer and then spent three years telling people I did not like liver. That second part was a lie, and I did not even …
2 weeks ago
I Sold My Bow After Losing My First Deer, and Ray Talked Me Back Into the Woods
The deer was dead somewhere in the swamp. I knew it when the blood quit. Bright red for sixty yards, then a smear, then one drop the size of a dime, …
2 weeks ago