When I really think about it, I can only recall a handful of times that I’ve ever shot anything at dawn. Sure, I still use that time to get out into the woods, but it’s a rare occasion when it all comes together at first light. Conversely, I can’t count how many times I’ve gotten
Conservation: There was a point in my life when just hearing the word caused me to think of granola-eating hippies chaining themselves to bulldozers by their dreadlocks to save a tree they named “Grandfather.” I used to think of it as an overly Bohemian, non-conformist, liberal practice that simply gave certain people the excuse to
