The gobbler silently stepped from the thick brush 25 yards away, looking for the hen that had been calling intermittently. He had called to her early, but she had not come to him as he’d hoped. Now, after the initial breeding period, he had come looking for her. I...
To get a historic gun firing again is a special joy. To have it fulfill its purpose once again, after a lapse of perhaps a century, makes the joy that much greater. I was beginning to identify with Ahab, though instead of a white whale, I was seeking a whitetail....
Gun season was approaching and I had to decide which of my deer rifles to carry opening weekend. I had made good use of my “ heavy for deer” rifles on pigs during the off season, but had been unsuccessful, again, during bow season, so I did not want to handicap myself...