The morning hunt had been great fun! David Cotton, William Nixon and I had been out for the past couple of hours trying to rattle up bucks. And we had been successful. It was as if the really nice 8-point had read and followed the script just as I had written it. The 3-year old came within feet of David sitting against a tree. Love it when a plan comes together! I debated going back to the deer woods, or, spending some time shooting paper and steel, making certain my .454 Cas

Sitting by a crackling campfire, in the inky darkness, savoring a steaming cup of cowboy coffee, I cast an eye skyward. Above the black, star-studded sky showed nary a hint of the coming Opening Morning of the 2025 Texas general whitetail deer hunting season. “The Hunter’s Moon” only a couple of days from being full, shone brightly just above the western horizon. I had trailed that moon around world numerous times in search of adventure. “The Hunter’s Moon” brought back memor

Out of the darkness approached a man wearing clothes befitting a vaquero, a mere ranch hand; tattered shirt and jeans, tall boots and spurs, well-worn leather gloves, topped with a sweat and blood-stained western felt “properly screwed on”. His swagger bespoke authority. “Your fire is warm and inviting. But you look down at the mouth. If you continue with this negative attitude you just as well spend the rest of your hunt sitting here and staring at the dying embers!” The int

“Debes tener la confianza de que te llevaras un ciervo!” Spoke Cuernos as we poked our campfire’s mesquite coals sending skyward prayers in the form of glowing embers. “Si no crees que te levaras un ciervo, tabien puedes quedarte sentada en la fogata!” “OK Cuernos, you know my Spanish is more than a bit rusty, and I doubt seriously our friends here from downtown Atlanta speak much more Spanish than tacos, enchiladas, and maybe guacamole.Too, they may think of you simply being

Tall bluestem hid the buck’s running body.  But it did not hide his rack.  It seemed to float just above the wall of grass.  A mere glimpse was all I needed to know not only was it a buck but one with extremely long browtines.  His “dogcathers” had to be at least eight-inches long, if not longer.  They were so tall, they nearly reached the top his long profiled back points.  Brow tines of that length are rare no matter where one hunts white-tailed deer.  And, I had hunted Ame

“A case for short barrels? Hmmm! Are you asking about a cartridge to be used in shorter barrels, or, are you talking about guns with shorter barrels?” Before I could follow up, the questioner started laughing. “Had not really thought about it that way, but now that you, I’d really like to know about both.” I was at the Choctaw Hunting Lodge in southeastern Oklahoma helping host a DSC Oklahoma Chapter gathering. I had just finished talking about hunting rifles and rounds and a

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