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Amos’s Diary: Saturday, October 17, 1903
Two pages in the diary so far, and each one is a whole season by itself. July sun baking the fence row, January frost two fingers down in the ground.…
2 weeks ago
I Set the Hook Too Early Every Day for Thirty Years
I have been setting the hook too early for thirty years and nobody ever bothered to tell me to my face. It took a frozen boat ramp, a hangover, and a…
2 weeks, 1 day ago
A Buck That Dropped Like a Stone and Then Ran Off With a Second Chance
The buck dropped like somebody cut his legs out from under him. One shot from the .30-06, a sound like a wet board smacking a fence post, and he was …
2 weeks, 1 day ago
I Spent Two Grand on Scent-Proof Camo Before I Learned the Wind Was Free
The first rifle season I took seriously, I spent more on clothes than I did on the rifle. That is not a flex. That is a confession. I had a perfectly…
2 weeks, 2 days ago
I Bumped the Buck I Shot and Almost Lost Everything
Last fall I put an arrow through a big-bodied buck at twenty-six yards. Felt like a good shot. The deer hunched, bolted, and crashed through the slas…
2 weeks, 2 days ago
The Sky Turns Green and the Hail Flattens the Prairie. Now Hide Your Family Where There Is Nothing to Hide Behind.
The Sky Turns Green Late afternoon, June 1849. Somewhere on the Platte, two days east of Fort Laramie. You are walking alongside the wagon to save th…
2 weeks, 2 days ago
The Lead I Left in the Gut Pile and the Bald Eagle That Ate It
I gutted my first deer when I was seventeen and I have told the same joke about it ever since. The joke is that nothing goes to waste in the woods. Y…
2 weeks, 3 days ago
The Backstrap I Cooked Like a Hamburger and Blamed On the Deer
The First Backstrap a Man Destroys Every hunter ruins his first backstrap the exact same way, and I am here to tell you it is never the deer’s fault.…
2 weeks, 3 days ago
Amos’s Diary: Tuesday, January 20, 1903
The pages in the back of the leather folder don’t run in order, so I read them the way Amos must have wrote them, one tired evening at a time. The se…
2 weeks, 3 days ago
The Plastic Deer That Bought Me a Seat at Deer Camp
For ten years I told people I was a hunter. I owned a rifle. I owned camo. I owned opinions about bullet weight that I repeated from a podcast I didn…
2 weeks, 4 days ago