Deer of the Year

Perseverance pays off with 180-inch Red River giant

The skies were threatening with thunder rumbling in the distance the mid-November morning David Long first spotted the huge Red River Parish buck, which later green scored in the 180s.

“I was sitting in my box stand overlooking a shooting lane where I had a tripod feeder set up,” Long said. “I saw three does hurry across the lane at about 100 yards.

“I looked to the edge of the lane and there he stood.”[…]

Deer of the Year

Giles Island produces another monster buck

Ricky Rogillio saw that huge buck the first time during an early season bow hunt, when he took a client to Giles Island Hunting Club. It was monstrous, with two drop tines dripping from the left main beam.

“I saw videos of it, and I knew I wanted to come back,” the Walker hunter said. “I worried it wouldn’t be there when I got back.”

He left the island last Wednesday (Nov. 30) with the 175-inch rack cooling in the back of his truck.[…]

Hog Hunting

Hog blast on the Delta

My buddy Randy Levingston and I, used the recent cold, windy weather to stalk up some hogs down at the Delta. Three big ones came out on Randy right before dark. He put an arrow in the largest one and the fun began.[…]

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Success is all about timing

If you like baseball, then you probably watched the World Series games between the Rangers and the Cardinals. If you did, you saw some excellent hitting — Albert Pujols hitting three homers in a game, Josh Hamilton hitting what Ranger fans thought was the Series winner in Game 6.[…]

Deer of the Year

Tensas Parish trophy killed during hunt that almost didn’t happen

Hunters dream of that one defining hunt, when everything comes together and culminates in a wallhanger to make buddies jealous. Greg Krause’s day came on Nov. 13, but he almost passed the opportunity.

“When I stepped out the camp that morning, I was greeted by temperatures in the 60s, a howling wind and, worst of all, a big, bright full moon shining down on the area,” Krause said. “I thought to myself, ‘There’s no way I’m going to see any deer this morning with that big moon out,’ but then again you can’t kill them from the camp!”[…]

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I’m not sure what it means to hunt anymore.

I used to know, when I snuck through the hardwood ridge between my parent’s house and the Bogue Chitto River with my single-shot 20-gauge shotgun crossing my chest at the ready, listening for shaking tree branches.[…]