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Entries for November 2017
The Doghouse Buckmasters
By Mike Handley
Don Vinson might have been the happiest deer hunter in Georgia on Nov. 10, 2011, but he hated to share the news with his wife, Paula, who was sure to be the unhappiest. “We found him,” he stammered. “It’s Airplane.” Her buck. Don had shot her buck. He hadn’t set out to shoot that deer, the one Paula had claimed f... READ MORE
King Slayer
By Jill J. Easton
If Kyle Sims were ugly or mean, his might be the name affiliated with the biggest typical whitetail that hit the dirt in Kansas last season. Now he’ll have to marry his girlfriend, Rachelle Karl, if he wants to see that buck hanging on his wall. ‘“Go take a hunter safety course, and then we can go out.’ That’s what Kyl... READ MORE
How to Shush a Grumbling Stomach
By Mike Handley
Not saying anything was the hard part. Greg Murray looked from the buck to his 12-year-old son, Gunnar, and then back to the deer. Last season was only the boy’s third, so Greg wanted to reassure him, to calm him, or maybe to talk him through squeezing the trigger. At the very least, he wanted to point out that there were two bucks, and the o... READ MORE
Scope Full of Brown
By Mike Handley
A Black Belt Oldie Finally Gets Its Due! Old times there are forgotten. What the boll weevil started in this former land of cotton, plummeting corn and soybean prices surely finished. Since 1990, Perry County, Ala., has lost a full third of its job-hungry residents, and vast stretches of land, no longer farmed, are used to grow pine trees, catfish ... READ MORE
Location, Location, Location
By Mike Handley
Where you hunt is often more important than how high. Thirty-eight years of bowhunting whitetails has made James Yelton a bit squirrelly about scent control. So convinced that he’s the orange mist inside a riot cop’s spray can, the lone spud that sours an entire bag of potatoes, or the hapless “before” guy in a deodorant com... READ MORE