I’m a bowhunter because… …sitting in a tree, knowing that anything, or nothing, could happen at any moment invigorates me. …it gives me the chance to participate directly in the cycles of life and death to which all of creation… Read More
The Whitetail Rut…They're Crazy!
The air almost smells different. It’s the beginning of the rut, a frenzied time of year. They become vulnerable. They run around with their tongues hanging out, making erratic, impulsive decisions that could shorten their lives…or, if they’re lucky, help… Read More