Hunt Stories

In the late 1970s, I lived with my wife and kids in a company village that no longer exists, although you can still find the name “Table Rock” on Google…

Every year, a few of my buddies and I head to Missouri to bow hunt whitetails. On this particular trip, we had a… well, let’s call it a not-so-successful week.…

The tang of seawater stings my lips with the jet sled bobbing behind me in the tide. In it, my fifty-year-old Remington nestled among the decoys and shell bags. If…

As everyone has heard, the definition of insanity is “doing the same thing over again and expecting different results.” While there’s some obvious comedic value to this aphorism when looking…

No self-respecting big game hunter gives away his favorite areas, right? In my case, the answer is, “Well, maybe.” When thinking about hunting with my old friend, Tom, the answer…

Welcome to my third installment in a series of stories about my adventures with my friend, Tom, during an elk hunt in the Gros Ventre Mountains of Wyoming. If you…

For Vincent Bini, escaping to North Dakota for an early season whitetail hunt during the pandemic proved to be an excellent choice.

This is my second installment in a short series of stories about elk hunting in Wyoming’s Gros Ventre Range with my friend, Tom. While it can be read as a…