The opening could be seen through the trees as I eased toward the food plot. When the path made a final turn, I could see the green patch ahead. I slowed down and worked my way around a huge mud hole, easing toward the end of the trail just in case deer had already made it to the food plot.[…]
Decades ago, most people deer hunted either by using dogs or quietly stalking through the woods. Today, both methods seem to be dying out because of the land lease system and the increasing popularity of climbing and box stands. […]
As the story goes, Jake Spangler’s grandfather owned a meat market back during the depression years of the last century. Each Saturday the butcher would take an old man he knew a piece of meat just to help him out.[…]
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.[…]
I had spent all morning in my chest waders quietly wading through the backwater on my Winn Parish deer lease.[…]
Ever see those pictures on the bags of food-plot seed of fields of ankle-deep greenery, all lush and verdant?[…]
Without a doubt, the sense of smell is the most important physical perception available to the white-tailed deer. Deer rely heavily on their noses to detect the presence of predators and locate food sources.[…]