First light came to the riverbottom like a developing Polaroid, shades of gray giving way to bright greens and golds with every blink. The barely noticeable form of a distant buck crosses the valley below us in the nose-down manner of a spaniel working the scent trail...

Click Here to Listen With Christmas just around the corner and some prime deer hunting still to be had throughout much of North America Luke and Larry talk about the value of hunting food sources, especially food plots as deer start recovering from the rigors of the...

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The bull appears to be staring straight through me. I can smell his muskiness, and I’m thinking that he must be able to smell me too. He continues to walk toward me as if he is going to greet me and introduce me to his herd. He’s bigger than I ever imagined and walks...

Oh, man, it was big. Actually, he was big, a mature, bull Cape buffalo. If you knocked off the tickbirds and caught him as he stepped out of the shower, he was a light heavyweight of 1,800 pounds. That number hadn’t really meant anything to me until I’d beheld him...