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I'LL SET UP HERE It’s 3am as I drive into the empty parking lot. I grab my pack, decoy and gun. I lock my doors and put my keys in my pack. I turn my headlamp on, take a deep breath and start walking. I have a four mile hike to the roost. The first half mile is easy, it’s a little uphill but on a dirt road. Its’ cold out, I can see my breath. I reach a small stream, cross it and carry on. I walk across a field and catch a glimpse of wild horses with my...

Everybody had a Bull besides me It all starts off as a crazy idea but after you get to thinking about it seriously it’s not so crazy after all. After a stellar moose hunting season in 2015 it seemed that everybody had a bull besides me. I helped a few friends and my wife harvest their moose, but I had not yet punched my tag and there was still a little room in the freezer.Combing through registration hunts and different opportunities on the Alaska Department of Fish and game website I found a registration permit for an any bull area....

SECOND CHANCE ANTELOPE Second Chance Antelope! – Chasing antelope in foot-access-only country must be one of the most enjoyable hunts you can do, unfortunately in Alberta, tags are hard to draw. I finally collected a sufficient number of priority points to make a hunt reality. MODICUM OF SKILL In the morning I had spotted this small herd a few times until they disappeared on the other side of a very wide creek valley. Somehow I managed to forget both my binoculars and lunch in camp, so after a quick run back and forth I headed back in. About 2 miles...

I AM A HUNTER I am a Hunter. I hunt not to kill, but to harvest clean organic meat that will fill my freezer. I hunt because it is in my primal DNA. I hunt for the experience, and to connect with gods beautiful country, and amazing wild creatures. But there was a time in my life when I was not a hunter. I grew up in northern Utah and hunting was a long family tradition. I have many fond memories of deer camp as a young boy and couldn’t wait to become a teenager and be a become a...

I WAS FLYING SOLO My 2013 buck. 34 wide with a main frame just a hair under 30 and character for days between the trash, blading and mass. My dad was stuck at work and buddy Mike was out of town, so I was flying solo. The afternoon before the opener, I spotted the big buck hanging with a couple young bucks. Hoping they would stay put, I watched them til dark before heading back to camp. Laying in my tent, I couldn’t sleep from the anticipation and the near daylight brightness from the full moon. So at 2:30 in...