I’VE GOT a shoulder mount of a fine 4×4 mule deer buck on my wall, and if I look at him from just the right angle, I’ll swear that he’s wearing a slight smirk. Shooting that buck was like backlashing ...

A perfectly seared steak glistened on the plate in front of me. It didn’t yet hold the connections it would later represent in my mind, but it was the start. In the dancing candlelight of a dim ...

You have a couple of weeks before deer season. If you’re like me, you’re going to spend opening day in a familiar spot full of memories from past successful hunts. If you’re new to hunting, or maybe ...