“Just be cool,” I kept telling myself.
I had an East River buck tag and three days to fill it, so there was no need to rush things. The plan was to take my time, make smart decisions and bring home a worthy buck.
All I needed was one deer willing to cooperate. Read More
My first hunting knife was a Christmas gift from my father. I was only ten years old at the time, which according to my dad is the age when boys should start owning and caring for their own hunting gear. It had a 4-inch fixed blade and was sheathed in an embossed leather carrying case—perfect for any future deer I may need to field dress. Read More
I am a two-box deer hunter. I buy two boxes of .270 caliber bullets just before every deer season. Each box contains 20 cartridges. A week or two before opening weekend, I will fire 30 rounds into a series of paper targets just to make… Read More
The Dakota Sky 