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The First Buck I Ever Killed Was Small, and That Was Exactly the Point
I did not grow up hunting. That is the first honest thing I ever said about the subject, and it took me until I was thirty-one to admit it out loud. …
2 weeks, 4 days ago
The Wall Fish That Flipped Off My Wet Hands and Back Down the Hole
It was the biggest fish I had ever seen come out of a hole in the ice, and I had my hands on it for maybe three seconds. That was all it took. A flip…
2 weeks, 5 days ago
The Day My Son Out-Hunted Me and Handed Back Every Lesson I Ever Gave Him
The Morning I Turned Into My Dad, and Hated It I woke my boy up at four in the morning the way my dad used to wake me, one hand on the shoulder and a…
2 weeks, 5 days ago
You Wake With Lice on Your Neck and Mosquitoes Over the Oxen. Now Keep the Small Enemies From Eating Your Family Alive.
You wake because something is crawling across the back of your neck, and your fingers come away with two gray lice crushed between them, warm from yo…
2 weeks, 5 days ago
Shot the Bull Two Miles In. Then the Real Hunt Started.
Everybody dreams about the moment the animal falls. The shot, the thump, the walk over. Nobody dreams about the mile and a half after that, because t…
2 weeks, 6 days ago
Three Hours of Gas and an Unloaded Buck: Why You Check the Gun Before You Drive
My old man only ever said one thing about getting ready for a hunt, and he said it every single time, right before we backed the truck down the drive…
2 weeks, 6 days ago
The Doe I Passed for Fifteen Years, and the Herd That Paid for It
I was thirty-one before I shot a doe on purpose, and I stood over her for a long time wondering if I had done something wrong. Nobody had ever told m…
3 weeks ago
The Grunt Call That Ran the Buck Off
The Call That Ran Him Off I spotted the buck at ninety yards, threading through a line of sumac on his way to the acorn flat I had scouted all August…
3 weeks ago
The Tag That Stayed on the Dresser and Cost a Man His Opening Morning
The Empty Pocket Where the Tag Should Have Been I drove an hour and a half in the dark to get to public land I had scouted since July, and I spent th…
3 weeks, 1 day ago
The Man Who Sat on One Dead Hole All Day While the Fish Were Forty Yards Away
Fourteen Inches of Ice and a Grudge I drove an hour and a half in the dark to get on that lake, and I was proud of myself the whole way. Early ice, t…
3 weeks, 1 day ago