I think almost every kid on the planet had a coonskin cap growing up. It may have been for a Halloween costume, a brief phase or, at least for me, a precursor to a life as an outdoorsman. The coonskin cap has become an iconic symbol of the frontier. A time when men and women
Whenever I hear an anti-hunter rant about how unnecessary it is to hunt and kill animals, how in the modern age we’ve evolved past the need to hunt, or about how we can survive just fine on a diet of vegetables and fruits, I just have to laugh. Anti-hunters just don’t get that the act
Whether it was a Christmas, birthday, or secret present from an uncle that we had to hide from our mothers, it’s nearly unanimous among hunters that the greatest gift we ever received as a child was our first BB gun. It was the gift that created us. The thing that, as we sat in the
Devastating fires across much of the nation has brought the power of public lands managers into question for serious sportsmen.
It was opening weekend of firearm deer season in Minnesota, and I was out deer hunting for the first time. I was beyond excited and planned to sit out in the stand all day, rain or shine, regardless of whether I saw anything. The problem was, “rain or shine” didn’t account for wet, driving snow.
When we consider the tools that helped propel mankind to the top of the food chain, there is perhaps none more influential than the bow and arrow. The bow enabled our neolithic ancestors to hunt from a distance, outside the reach of claws and teeth. It instilled confidence, providing a tool to defend against whatever
