Wednesday, March 5, 2014 - 2:12pm
Wisconsin’s Horicon Marsh is famous. Decades ago, when everyone thought truly giant Canada geese were only a legend conjured up by some old guys in a duck camp somewhere, Horicon continued to maintain … and hunt … a healthy population of these birds. All of today’s nuisance “golf course” geese are descendants of the Horicon geese and those discovered on Silver Lake in Rochester, Minnesota.
Monday, February 17, 2014 - 5:34pm
One of my favorite hunting companions of all-time is a woman I consider my “adopted” sister. Some of the greatest hunts I suspect I’ll ever enjoy were in the company of Dawn Charging. She was born and raised on the prairies of North Dakota.
One of the most memorable hunts Dawn and I shared was on a windy afternoon. We’d hunted a field spread for geese in the morning, and after a pot of coffee and a one-skillet brunch Dawn needed to get some work done, so I took a spin around the neighborhood to scout and maybe find a pheasant or a couple of sharps.
Monday, February 10, 2014 - 5:36pm
The line from the poem “Night Before Christmas” that always strikes me is: “The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below.” While for most folks it’s just setting the scene for the arrival of Santa Claus, when I heard that line, even as a youngster, it always set my thoughts wandering. “Hmmmm. Fresh snow? A clear, full-moon night? I’ll bet the coyotes are on the move.”
Monday, February 3, 2014 - 5:34pm
The alarm clock on the nightstand jingles, and I reach over to turn it off. Setting it would have been unnecessary because I’ve been awake for an hour already. That’s just the way it is when I know the morning’s agenda is, “1. Hunting, 2. Hunting, 3. Hunting, 4. Lunch.”
Monday, January 27, 2014 - 10:53pm
Despite cutting edge technological developments in fabrics, insulations, and what I call “grippiness” of gloves, there are times and activities that nearly always demand bare hands.
Think I’m wrong? Well, just check with the vast majority of NFL quarterbacks except, perhaps, a scant few like Kurt Warner or Peyton Manning (sometimes).
Monday, January 20, 2014 - 10:51am
For the moments of truth in hunting, we must practice. Practice often. Practice thoughtfully. Practice real.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s bow hunting or rifle hunting for big game or wingshooting for waterfowl or upland birds. The more we practice, the better we’ll perform.
Monday, January 13, 2014 - 11:08pm
The career of an outdoor writer is blessed with opportunities to try out the latest and greatest hunting gear each fall. There’s always something new in guns, ammo, optics, clothing, etc. that needs to be tested and written about. Yet, there are many hunts on which I wish I could use old, tried and true gear. Those antiques left to me by my father offer a personal connection to him. It was Dad who really made me the hunter I am today.
Monday, January 6, 2014 - 4:43pm
For many of us, it’s a reality of hunting. We hunt public land, or we don’t hunt.
Out West, public land can mean wilderness areas where you hike miles back in to set up a tiny, primitive camp from which to base your hunt for elk or big mulies. On a hunt like that, you’re on public ground, but chances are you won’t encounter another human.
Monday, December 30, 2013 - 4:30pm
Late season deer hunters count on the cold for success. Post rut bucks are internally driven to go on the feed to regain fat and energy stores before the worst of the winter sets in. Those that don’t might not make it.
Combine that instinctive drive with really, really cold weather, and bucks become more patternable than they are at any other time of the year. When it’s really cold bucks are apt to feed through the daylight hours. And once they find a feed source, they’ll stay on it until every morsel, stem, stalk or kernel is consumed.
Monday, December 23, 2013 - 1:36pm
So unfortunately bow season in Pennsylvania and Ohio brought me no luck. Despite lots of antlered deer sightings and countless hours on the stand nothing but 1st and 2nd year racks came close. So as I loaded my truck full of Huntworth gear and my trusty 7mm I had a bit of a smile on my face for my annual trip to Deer Camp. Three hours later I was officially in the Allegheny Mountains for the first week of West Virginia’s gun season. As I checked the forecast it was a good thing I brought my cold weather gear. Opening day was forecasted to be a high of 21 with snow showers!