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Entries for March 2020
Worth the 15-hour Drive!
By Mike Handley
As far as Christina Krajcsovics is concerned, the road to Heaven runs from New Jersey to Iowa, and it’s 15 hours long. Christina was the tag holder when she and her husband R.J. struck out for a friend’s 300-acre farm last October. He went along to film her hunt. The cold and snow kept the couple indoors on Oct. 28. To pass the time, th... READ MORE
Better than Pictures and Sconces
By Mike Handley
Chris Frey’s wife used to hate the thought of seeing a deer mount in their New Baltimore, Michigan, home. Now, not so much. Prior to the 2019 season, Chris had little reason to test his beloved’s resolve. His best buck to that point was a forkhorn. The one he brought home on Friday, Nov. 29, however, was plenty reason to consider redeco... READ MORE
‘Nobody in His Right Mind’
By Mike Handley
More than three decades of writing about deer hunting has taught me that nine of every 10 hunters who punch their buck tags on public lands shed a lot of boot leather. They wander far off the beaten path not only to avoid humanity, but also to discover where whitetails are most apt to weather the onslaught. Ben Still, 49, is among the 10% with a lo... READ MORE
Gift That Keeps on Giving
By Mike Handley
Carmen Lafromboise’s husband, Tony, gets the prize for best Mother’s Day gift. A handmade card might’ve been nice, but it can’t compete with a new crossbow. Shooting lessons were included. Tony wanted to be sure his 49-year-old sweetie was adept at shooting it. Very adept, since they’d booked an out-of-state, weeklong ... READ MORE
Kentucky’s Finest from 2019
By Mike Handley
Spencer Loftus might have switched zip codes in 2018, trading life in Whitetail Wonderland for a Massachusetts hamlet. But that didn’t stop him from returning to his old Kentucky home with his bow. Before he left that year, he set up several trail cameras, which his father agreed to monitor. They amassed several summertime photos of an incred... READ MORE
Desperate Times and Measures
By Mike Handley
Hunting the same property day after day can be like pining for pizza in a chicken joint. Eventually, you’re going to grow weary of looking at wings, thighs and drumsticks, and drive across town so hot mozzarella can burn the roof of your mouth. Sick of seeing the same immature deer every time he went afield in the weeks leading up to Thanksgi... READ MORE