Like most big hunts made by folks of limited means, the one I did for caribou in 2017 started with a whole lot of procrastination. One is always finding excuses to put off a dream hunt—money, family, work, hair appointments—the list goes on and on. However, after I returned from my 2015 Alberta [...]
Missouri spring turkey season is finally over and I am, once again, left with unfilled tags, unfulfilled dreams and a longbow that will probably rot away before it ever gets to take part in a successful gobbler hunt; at least as long as I own it. I am tired, broke and most of all, frustrated. It seems that no matter how well prepared I am, or how ideal the conditions are, something ALWAYS goes wrong when it comes time to pull back that bow string and seal the deal. And it's not just with archery tackle that things don't work out. Shotguns, atlatls, IEDs; you pick a weapon that is legal to use in a state's spring turkey season and I bet I can tell you about a time I was using it and the bird walked away no worse for the wear. As a good friend of mine, John Pruitt, often says, "A lesser man would have succumbed to the pressure by now." Me? I'm still going through the motions of my daily routine, but I'm mighty damn miserable as I go about doing it. After a week of feeling sorry
