Something You Have to Try This Turkey Season: Take a Youth Hunting

“What do you mean you can’t find your glove!?!  It was there last night!” Rod exclaims.                

Two sleepy eyed boys stumble around looking for the missing item.  Eventually it is found and the trio moves on to the candy drawer for supplies. 

“Better take a couple, we might be there for a while” Rod suggests.  Ethan and Carter stock up on candy bars and Cokes and now they are ready to hunt.

The Sun's Going to Shine Tomorrow

As I merged onto the 101 I worked my way over to the HOV lane.  Eventually all the traffic cleared, so I shifted the Road King into 6th gear and hit the throttle hard.  The ol’ girl took off like a banshee and when I looked down at my speedometer I was pushing 95 mph.  I remember thinking “no need to hurry” as I coasted down to a more reasonable speed.  I didn’t have anywhere to be for the next two days.

Snake Pit

“A Snake Pit” is the phrase Keith Williams used to describe the Nebraska High School State Wrestling Tournament.  Twenty years later I finally understand what he meant.  It is a tournament of ruthless competition and if you come out on top of the podium you are a tough son of a bitch.

Seven Tips to Help You Plan Your Next Hunting Trip

A top priority of mine is to go on at least one hunting trip every year.  Typically, I go out west to chase elk, mule deer or antelope.  Hunting trips are what keep me motivated throughout the year because I know it is going to be an adventure.  I know I will improve my hunting skills.  I know I will have fun.  And I know I will create stories that I can tell for years to come.

Coyote Power

During the 1850’s and 1860’s the Navajos found themselves at war with US frontier troops. In 1863 Kit Carson invaded the Navajo’s homeland and by 1864 8,000 Navajos surrendered.  They were condemned to a 300 mile march to the Bosque Redondo prison camp in eastern New Mexico.  Here they sat under constant guard and contemplated how they could return to their homeland.

Does Size Matter? Part One

The adrenaline wore off and I found myself in bow hunter purgatory.  That uncomfortable time between letting an arrow fly and getting down to look for my target.  Excitement, anxiety, confidence, and self-doubt were racing through my mind.  The flight of the arrow looked good and I heard a solid “thwack.”  However, I have been on blood trails that ran out and learned nothing is guaranteed.  For now I would have to wait to find out if I hit my mark.

Pronghorns: Part Two

Reaching into my pocket I felt the last bullet.  I jacked out the spent .243 shell and chambered my last hope.  The wind was howling and Rod whispered, “Hold on his back and to the left.”   Lining up the cross hairs on my target I squeezed the trigger and watched my prey disappear behind a rise in the terrain.