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Getting Goosed

A near perfect day for goose hunting was seemingly in store for us as we watched the Johnson grass buck in the stiff northerly wind. We were following the truck of one of Clint Matthew’s guides through the vast fields of long-ago harvested rice fields, almost tailgating so as not to lose him on the unfamiliar highways of the area around Kaplan.[…]

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It Ain’t Rocket Science

Twelve-year-old Louis Rossignol Jr. hadn’t been in his box stand overlooking the foodplot for 10 minutes, and his heart was already in his throat. His eyes bugged. He didn’t breath; he gasped. His father — tense, eyes riveted — looked over his son’s shoulder.[…]

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Plenty of Pressure

The sound was almost frightening. A dark, crisp December morning suddenly shaken by a too-close neighbor blasting the air waves with a duck call. How in the world he got there in the first place without you noticing was bad enough, but now the hideous sounds of his amateurish calling guarantee that no birds will be taken here.[…]

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Gray Days

Every hunter has a specialty.

He may hunt for everything from antelopes to zebras, but there’s one animal that holds his fancy more than the rest.[…]

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Situational Bowhunting

The situation appears perfect. A nice buck and two mature does are 100 yards in front of your stand. They are feeding in the wide open. They don’t know you exist. You can already taste the paneed backstrap.[…]