A Crawford County hunter gets large buck while hunting in the late deer season. Here's why it's a rare accomplishment.

When deer hunting and snow covers the ground, I often forego typical stand hunting and instead trust my hunting instincts, senses and reflexes (but mostly my camouflage), and still-hunt. A still-hunt ...

THE FIRST DEER I ever killed came to me, but I was in a good place, walking a few steps at a time and making frequent stops, and looking more than moving. Otherwise I wouldn’t have seen him. That’s a ...

During the peak of the rut, it’s often wise to pick a stand and wait it out. The randomness of deer activity requires patience from a deer hunter, and if you just wait long enough, that big buck will ...

Beaten, bruised, and a bit smarter than it was on opening day, the old buck slowly moves from his bed. The sun just set, but he’s not anywhere close to a big field yet. Keeping it in low gear, the ...

I was wearing corduroy pants when I shot my first deer. The swish-swishing of those corduroy ribs was much louder in the woods than in the hallways of school. It didn’t matter much because I was ...

I’ve been in enough late-season tree stands to know a few truths about them: they are cold, they seem smaller than they did a month ago, they are a pain to crawl into and out of in winter. But wait, ...

Still hunting may be one of the most misunderstood terms in the sportsman’s vernacular. Then again, can you blame anyone for assuming that the phrase, “still hunting,” literally means sitting still in ...

Les Kouba, the late wildlife painter extraordinaire, struck a lasting chord in the Rev. Mike Arms with a 1982 duck painting dubbed "Feathered Jets of the North." In the piece, affixed to the retired ...