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Entries for August 2018
Clay Commander Trades Pellets for Slug
By Mike Handley
Having a Gould point a shotgun at you, if you’re a deer or a clay target, is a good way to get dead. This is abundantly clear to fans and followers of brothers Aaron and Steve from Alexandria, Minn., who travel the country with their Winchesters to wow audiences with their reflexive marksmanship. Aaron, capable of busting clays between one-ar... READ MORE
Mighty Weren’t the Preparations
By Ed Waite
Taking note of the comings and goings of whitetails on a mere five acres should be as easy as pulling a can of green beans out of the cupboard. Cody Gwinner and his father, Ted, know their little patch of woods like it was a pantry. And they’d normally have pinpointed the freshest and most often used deer trails long before the season opened,... READ MORE
Eau De Buck
By Dale Weddle
Testosterone Can Be a Buck’s Undoing. Gazes locked with the biggest buck he’d ever seen, Tim Gosser froze in place, his rifle halfway between the shooting rail of his ladder stand and his shoulder. During those five minutes, the borrowed firearm went from weighing 7 to 70 pounds. The unbelievably big 10-pointer was so close that Tim co... READ MORE
Like Clockwork, Almost
By Mike Handley
Aubrey Man’s First Deer by Bow Shatters Texas Record! Robert and Jerry Taylor don’t need deer telemetry data to convince them that whitetails are creatures of habit. For four years, they merely had to look at the calendar to know approximately when a freakishly big buck was going to wander onto their little piece of Grayson County, Texa... READ MORE
Joshua Unglued
By Mike Handley
Fainting dead away might’ve been the only thing Joshua Bruce didn’t do during the last day of his 2012 hunt at Giles Island. He shook, probably squeaked, banged his rifle on the shooting house window, lost the use of his fingers and fell down twice. If he’d had any nerve pills, he might’ve chipmunked a handful. He was as rat... READ MORE
So THIS is What All the Fuss is About!
By Mike Handley
It took only a few seconds last fall for Calvin Gustus to decide he both loves and loathes bowhunting. The 2012 archery season was the 55-year-old volunteer fireman’s first, though he actually paid $50 for a bow in the mid-1980s. After shooting it a few times, he hung it up, forgot about it and, eventually, loaned it to his wife’s broth... READ MORE