Your partner has asked you to join him or her hunting (or maybe you asked if you could hunt) and the answer is “yes.” You’re excited and maybe a little nervous. After all, you’re a newbie and your partner is Read More
This sucks. The words rattled around in my head in sympathy with my kidneys which were tossed unmercifully by the mil-spec seat in the old Willys Jeep. My second year as a hunter showed every sign it would end as Read More
.300 WSM (L) next to .300 Win Mag. I have a love-hate relationship with my rifle. It has put meat on the table, but I’ve missed a fair share of deer to the point where I questioned my shooting. I’m Read More
“There’s turkeys on the hill.” The words snapped my attention from an article I needed to finish; predatory adrenaline propelled me up from my desk. I grabbed the old Stevens 20-gauge single-barrel shotgun from its storage place along with three, Read More
