The rooster crowed, shattering the early morning silence. It was our alarm clock. My hunting partner, Mike Steliga, and I were hunting a 400 acre farm in southwestern Wisconsin

After 12 hours in the truck it felt good to get out and stretch my legs. I had made it back to Southwest Nebraska for the third year now. I was once again in the pursuit of a spring turkey.

"If it was easy, women and children would be doing it…" A phrase an old coworker and good friend of mine, Tim Williams, would mutter to me every time we were doing something difficult and strenuous on the job site

In 1989, a wonderful thing happened to the traditional archery community. A magazine was started by Mr. T.J. Conrads; it has been a huge influence in my life. Now, over twenty years later, the magazine has grown to be one of the premier archery magazines in world.

Reprinted from the Aug/Sep 2003 issue. Several forum members were asking about a target launcher, and William included plans for one in this article. Enjoy!

In early '06 I retired from the Maryland Army National Guard. One of the negotiations in coming to that decision was, in return for eliminating the absences brought on by that commitment, I was given the authorization by my wife Katie, to be absent one week (stretched at times) a year for a hunting holiday

It upsets me when hunters around my age, 30 years old, don't go hunting because they "don't have time." The thing that bothers me most is that almost every one of them hunts with their father when they do hunt

After buckling the last strap on my snowshoes, and closing the back of the truck, I start up the familiar trail to my tree stand. It's 17° and the snow creaks under each step I make. This is my first time on snowshoes this year so I take it slow. The last thing I need is a charley horse. Tree stands and charley horses are a combination for disaster.

I had never been to Newman in the Western Australian Pilbara, but the plan was simple enough, or so I thought...

I had just settled in for the evening's hunt, overlooking a winter wheat food plot that my father-in-law and I had planted back in late August. The evening was unusual compared to what we had been dealing with in weeks prior