by Michael Keck | Aug 19, 2025
“I had plenty of time to come up with a good story for the men at camp as I lay bleeding in the woods.”
by Michael M. DeWitt, Jr. | Jul 28, 2025
Dear Deer, Why do you make me chase you? If you only knew what I had to go through, the trials I must endure, the obstacles I must overcome in order to spend time with you, you would throw your hooves up in the air and surrender out of sheer pity. First, I have to get...
by Havilah Babcock | Jul 18, 2024
First published in the April 1939 issue of Hunting & Fishing magazine, and then in Tales of Quails ’n Such in 1951.
by Larry Weishuhn | May 13, 2024
“Camp…Four miles! Up, down, then up long way!” spoke my smiling Sonoran guide.
by John Whinery | Aug 15, 2022
Poetic justice, I thought — that on the same mountain where I’d shot that bull in the heart before, I got hit in the heart. About mid-morning on a Montana mountainside the guide heard “Cody, just a minute.” He turned to see the hunter lean forward, then fall...
by Sporting Classics Daily | Dec 28, 2020
An ICU nurse from Nebraska recently turned to the outdoors for an escape and found hunting success with her first whitetail deer. Amanda Peters refers to the outdoors as her “happy place.” The Lincoln woman is a cardiac intensive care unit nurse at Bryan Medical...
by Michael M. DeWitt, Jr. | Aug 27, 2020
South Carolina has recently passed laws restricting the use of deer urine. Not a day too soon, if you ask me–especially after the nightmare experience that I survived last year. Code Red. Code Blue. Miss Majestic. Doe in Heat. It goes by many brand names. But the...
by Dwight Van Brunt | Jul 10, 2020
In reflecting on the hunts of my past, I surprised even myself with hopes for the hunts still to come. It wasn’t long ago that my personal odometer turned 60. Other than a passing mention at an unrelated family gathering, no one seemed to care. That suited me just...
by Larry Weishuhn | May 22, 2020
Q: A friend told me he shot a whitetail doe that had small upper canines or bugling teeth like an elk. Not sure I believe him. When I asked about seeing the skull, he said it was at a taxidermist who was doing a complete skull mount for him. Is there really such a...
by Roger Pinckney | May 15, 2020
Fifty years later, the old men were boys once again. I suppose there was a time when the Captain and I did not know one another, when he did not call me a smart ass, but neither of us can recall when that might have been. We are about half senile now, or at least we...