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Your Rifle Is Damp, the Caps Are Down to Eleven, and Dinner Is Standing Three Hundred Yards Away
You wake up because the hammer won’t fall. October, 1845. You are camped beside the Platte, three days east of Fort Laramie, in a country of low gray…
3 weeks, 1 day ago
Where Fair Chase Ends and a Citation Begins
There is a moment every hunter knows, the one where a piece of gear stops feeling like a tool and starts feeling like an unfair advantage. The line u…
3 weeks, 1 day ago
He Left the Guns on the Kitchen Table and Drove an Hour to Hunt
I have a rule about the truck now that came out of the single dumbest morning of my hunting life, and it took about a decade of my old man side-eyein…
3 weeks, 2 days ago
The Northern Pike That Gave Me a Mouthful of Y-Bones and a Lesson I Didn’t Want
I caught my first northern pike on a spinnerbait I had no business throwing, in a weedy little bay on a lake I fished wrong for years. I was twenty, …
3 weeks, 2 days ago
Amos’s Diary: Wednesday, July 8, 1903
The leather folder held seventeen recipes, and after the last one Amos told the whole household to flop the book shut and go eat. But the folder was …
3 weeks, 3 days ago
The Tack Driver They Told Me Was Too Small for Deer
For three straight summers I saved up for a rifle, and when I finally had the money I did the classic thing. I bought the rifle and then went cheap o…
3 weeks, 3 days ago
The Rifle Cost Nine Hundred Dollars. The Scope on Top of It Cost Forty.
I saved for two years for that rifle. The whole time I did the math in my head the way a kid counts down to Christmas, selling a truck tool box I nev…
3 weeks, 3 days ago
Your Trail Camera Is Now a Legal Problem. Here’s What Changed in 2026.
I still remember hanging my first trail camera and the ritual that went with it. Drive out, bolt the camera to a tree, wait two weeks, drive back, pu…
3 weeks, 3 days ago
Three Years of Backyard Practice, and the First Live Deer Still Made Me Freeze
I practiced for three years before I ever drew a bow on a live deer. Three years of shooting in my backyard until my fingers went numb in November, o…
3 weeks, 4 days ago
I Mounted My Own Scope Wrong and Let My Rifle Open My Eyebrow. The Buck Was Grateful.
The first buck I ever had a clean shot at, I never got to shoot. I got to bleed instead. Which is its own kind of lesson, the kind that leaves a scar…
3 weeks, 4 days ago