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So Bad He Could Taste It

So Bad He Could Taste It

By Mike Handley

“Jake, wait,” Greg Fredericks told the 7-year-old who was about to shoot his first deer. “There’s something else coming.” Telling the boy not to shoot was akin to stopping a ravenous person from biting into a double cheeseburger already in his mouth. Jake Snider could taste it. Patience was not the kid’s strong ... READ MORE

When Stars Align

When Stars Align

By Bruce Lane

Rather than striking out for my deer stand in the pouring rain on Oct. 31, I crawled back under the covers. The storm was supposed to move out by noon, which meant I could still spend half my Saturday in a tree. I’d hung my stand several months earlier, after spotting a huge whitetail bedded on a brushy hillside. The buck’s travel rout... READ MORE

Spot & Stalk

Spot & Stalk

By Ed Waite

Colt Rector of Leesville, La., had been making the long drive to bowhunt in Illinois for about eight years. During those visits, he befriended several landowners in Edwards County and gained permission to hunt their holdings. In 2009, the 27-year-old asked his girlfriend, Hope Thompson, to go with him. They set aside two weeks, beginning on Nov. 1,... READ MORE

He Who Walks Behind the Rows

He Who Walks Behind the Rows

By Tony Seals

In Nov. 5, 2009, Ohio archer Rod Stumbo stalked his way into the BTR record book by successfully putting the sneak on a giant irregular whitetail. Call it what you will, fate or divine intervention, but after making the 10-mile drive to his hunting area for a short afternoon hunt, Rod was disappointed when he realized the wind had changed and would... READ MORE

To Live and Breathe Big Bucks

To Live and Breathe Big Bucks

By Trent Schneider

The 2009 season was my second back in the saddle following an eight-year hiatus from bowhunting. Not only was I eager to make up for lost time, but I was also determined to take my game to the next level. My biggest priority was to acquire hunting rights to more property with world-class whitetail potential. One of the hotspots I had in mind belon... READ MORE

Ripleys' Believe-It-Or-Not Buck

Ripleys' Believe-It-Or-Not Buck

By Duncan Dobie

The first of two scheduled bowhunts at Camp Ripley, Minn., last season could be described as organized chaos. Yet South Haven archer Scott O’Konek isn’t complaining. The vast 53,000-acre military reservation about 90 miles northwest of Minneapolis is teeming with deer, and the public hunts are necessary to keep the numbers in check. Thi... READ MORE

Five Hundred Reasons

Five Hundred Reasons

By Mike Handley

Faced with enduring the constant belching of diesels and smell of dirt and fuel, most deer hunters would've thrown their trucks into reverse and left in their own cloud of dust - the sanctity of "prime time" ruined. Ben Spanjers thought about leaving. The affable bowhunter wasn't a happy camper when he saw the earth-moving equipment and dump trucks... READ MORE

Hunter Hotline

Hunter Hotline

By Mike Handley

Prior to last November, Derek Thompson had pretty much convinced himself that seeing or shooting a big buck wasn't going to happen where he hunts in Ross County, Ohio. Truth be told, he wasn't having much luck with little bucks either. A busy signal seemed to greet him whenever he tried dialing the Almighty's hunter hotline. "I can't tell you how m... READ MORE

No Sandbags Required

No Sandbags Required

By Bryan Davis

I am very fortunate in that my wife and I own our own real estate business, which means I get to spend a lot of time deer hunting. My wife says she doesn't get to spend any time with me from November to mid-January. It helps, too, that we specialize in recreational hunting properties, many of which I'm allowed to sample. In 2007, I ordered a replic... READ MORE

More Than They Bargained For

More Than They Bargained For

By Lisa L. Price

Eric Arnette sat on the Alaskan tundra in a nerve-wracking bubble of fog, staring for an hour and a half at the spot where he'd last seen his guide, who had disappeared into an alder thicket in pursuit of the huge, possibly-wounded, possibly-dead grizzly bear. How long should he wait before radioing for help? Eric and hunting buddy Kevin Fain had w... READ MORE

Trouble on the Tundra

Trouble on the Tundra

By Warren Hill

The morning at our Farnie Lake caribou outpost had started out normal enough. But as I shoved the bullets into my buddy Harold Pirsig's .30-06, a scene from the movie "The Ghost and the Darkness" flashed through my mind. The mental blur dealt with one of the movie's characters borrowing a weapon before taking up the trail of man-eating lions. Just... READ MORE

Could be Downhill from Here

Could be Downhill from Here

By Clay Tiringer

Following the 2008 hunting season, I saw a great 9x7 whitetail that left me counting the days until the next one. All I could do was hope the buck survived the winter. Immediately prior to the 2009 season, I went back to the area where I'd spotted the 16-pointer and discovered a perfect funnel - a creek bottom connecting bedding areas to the field... READ MORE

Thirty-Five Seasons and a Day

Thirty-Five Seasons and a Day

By Terry Pichler

Maybe my daughter expressed it best: "It was your day to shine, Dad!" After 35 years of hunting deer in Wisconsin, my 15 minutes of fame came on opening day of the 2009 firearms season. The morning passed uneventfully; the evening hunt was over in a matter of minutes. I spent four hours the morning of Nov. 21 sitting in my camouflaged aluminum ch... READ MORE

Kosciusko King

Kosciusko King

By Richard Gamber

My fourth year to hunt deer was 2009. The only buck to my credit, going into that season, wore a little 8-point basket rack. The first three years, I didn't have a good place to hunt, just my back yard and a small lot down the road. In 2008, my father-in-law took me to some land by a river he'd hunted for 25 years. I went with him twice, and saw be... READ MORE

One Acre and a Mule

One Acre and a Mule

By Mike Handley

Thirty-two years of deer hunting weren't enough to prepare Jerry Kassinger for the buck he shot with his crossbow last season in Ohio. He had no idea the animal's antlers would surpass the lofty 200-inch mark. His first clue about the buck's caliber came when all the passers-by at the local check station whipped out their cell phones to photograph... READ MORE

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