by Larry Weishuhn | May 17, 2019
“Tomorrow early, breakfast well before daylight. We need to be about an hour east of the hotel by the time black fades to gray! But tonight we eat well. I have ordered for you a variety of specialized Spanish dishes, including pork, beef and vegetables. Try a bit of...
by Larry Weishuhn | Apr 18, 2019
I felt a slight nudge on my left elbow as I “worked the horns” in an attempt to draw in a whitetail buck out of the oak thicket. I turned ever so slowly, then followed Craig Archer’s pointing hand. “Buck, three-year old!” whispered he. The buck was charging in jumping...
by Larry Weishuhn | Mar 27, 2019
“Cat tracks!” said I, pointing at bobcat spoor in the soft red sand. “Maybe earlier this morning.” Chris Treiber nodded an affirmative. We followed the tracks fifty yards before the cat walked onto a solid rock shelf overlooking a brushy creek bottom. “Let’s walk back...
by Larry Weishuhn | Mar 22, 2019
“Don’t know where that critter went,” said Juan in perfect English. “He was standing just to the left of the gray rock with the yellow algae that looks like a circular target. Obviously, he’s gone. Don’t know if something spooked him when I walked up the hill to come...
by Larry Weishuhn | Mar 14, 2019
Bringing right hand’s index finger to lips, Travis Benes cautioned “quiet” then pointed with his left hand in the direction of tall grass less than twenty yards distant. I nodded, quietly set up my shooting sticks, rested my Ruger revolver pointing in the proper...
by Larry Weishuhn | Feb 27, 2019
A brisk northerly, cooling breeze carried blood-red and sun-yellow leaves to an already leaf-littered forest floor. The aroma of fresh earth turned by a black bear melted with sweet scent of pines, but also with the faint odor of a musky rutting whitetail wafting...
by Larry Weishuhn | Jan 30, 2019
Four monstrous blue catfish with a combined weight of over 233 pounds, for an average of nearly 60-pounds – all in a morning’s fishing trip. “If you can find a day to put aside your Ruger/Trijicon/Hornady combo and come of out the deer woods, you need to meet me at...
by Larry Weishuhn | Jan 9, 2019
You have no idea how many times she’s messed me up, mere moments before I was about to shoot a buck. “She’s at it again, or should I say still!” scowled my brother Glenn. “Showed up at my creek blind this morning. She came quartering in, up wind. Soon as she stepped...
by Larry Weishuhn | Oct 30, 2018
“You best come here and look at this!” demanded my cameraman. He stood pointing at the ground immediately in front of our tent. “Something big tore up the ground and chewed on saplings. Whatever it was doesn’t seem to appreciate our presence here! Could be a bear, or...
by Larry Weishuhn | Sep 13, 2018
We discovered a wealth of gamebirds and grand bucks! “Pheasant, behind!” shouted Cody Mohler. I turned, shouldering my 20-gauge Ruger Red Label. But before I could get on the long-tailed rooster another flushed, this one much closer to where I had my shotgun pointed....
