“Woof!” The sound sent a chill down my spine. I looked over my shoulder to see a large, hungry looking grizzly bear watching me intently from directly across the river. I turned my head momentarily to warn Mike. “Bear!” I whispered. As I looked back at the bear, he stood up on his [...]
I received my first bow at the ripe old age of eight. It was a cheap, red, fiberglass longbow that had a black plastic handle, and it came with four blue fiberglass arrows. Now keep in mind I was a scrawny eight-year-old boy who only cared about bluegill fishing. I immediately took to [...]
I have read a lot of stories in outdoor magazines (including the unbeatable Traditional Bowhunter Magazine) that shout high praise for the merits of hunting feral hogs. I agree with the praise for hunting them, but they come with downsides. Growing up in south-central Oklahoma, I did not realize until recently how well [...]
The nearly lost art of getting close. For clarification’s sake, I’d like to talk about what stalking is versus still-hunting. Sometimes hunters will refer to stand hunting as still-hunting, as I will on occasion. But when I say still-hunting, I’ll be referring to moving very slowly and deliberately through the woods trying to [...]
Where the deer and the antelope play… As the words from Home on the Range suggest, the American pronghorn, familiarly known as antelope, practically defined the prairie wilderness settlers encountered as they pushed west across the Great Plains. There's still something uniquely western about the species, and the very thought of hunting them [...]
The alarm had been going off for some time when I finally reached around to hit the snooze button. I should have been bouncing out of bed. It was the second week of November, and for a bowhunter, this is the time of year dreamt about during those other 50 weeks. The whitetail [...]
"He stopped loving her todayyyyyy! They placed a wreath upon his doorrrrr. And soon they'll carry him awayyyyy, he stopped loving herrrr todayyyy." I giggle to myself as I see in my mind's eye Grandpa Bob, the father of my dear friend and hunting companion Mike Graue, chesting out these lyrics to the [...]
"I will never go back to that place!” had barely slipped past my lips before my buddy, Fink, and I started debating our September hunt. The past three springs I had hunted bears in central Idaho. The short version is that I’d just spent two weeks hunting bears, saw a boar on the [...]
I was sitting on a saddle over four miles into a small wilderness area in eastern Oregon, watching the sun descend in the sky. A brisk wind blew steadily in my face giving the thin air at 7,000 feet a little sting to my cheeks. Every half hour I let out a couple of [...]
Near the end of a long spit stretching out almost 4.5 miles into Kachemak Bay from the fishing town of Homer, Alaska near the tip of the Kenai peninsula sits a small, A-framed roofed building. This is the “World Headquarters” of Homer Ocean Charters, a well-known and highly respected charter and adventure company [...]
