I saw too often where an orange hat rested his thirty ‘ought six on the hood of a rig, peering down a high-powered scope to drop a deer a mile away. That ain’t hunting. It’s not supposed to be that easy.
Someone once said that happiness is in the journey, not the destination. In this case, the journey is the hunt. The destination is the dead deer at your feet.
Besides, there are just too darn many rifle hunters out there.... Read More
I hated it. As a young kid following my Dad around in the woods. I was cold. I had to be quiet. We drove forever on old logging roads at the wee hours of the morning. We never got anything. I wasn’t even sure deer actually existed. The experience was almost lost to me as a kid. Had there been Playstations and such back then, life today would be much different.&nbs... Read More
