For outdoorsmen who are about to spend an increasing amount of time in the out of doors in the upcoming months, it is only a matter of time until you come in contact with ticks. Whether you are fishing at your favorite mountain stream, preseason scouting for this coming fall, or working on food plots
Truth be told, I must have been bitten by the “travel bug” at an early age. I have always been a wanderer, frequently daydreaming about my next quest or next travel and adventure destination. My years in the Air Force only compounded my lust for travel. Now, in the retirement years, I still seek to
DAY FIVE: “Retribution…finally!” So much had already happened on this short, 5-day hunt that could be classified as “unique,” “once in a lifetime,” or, at least, a “memory that will last forever!” On this, the final day of the hunt, I should have been expecting nothing less. Last night, the only bowhunter in camp took
DAY FOUR: “No country for old men!” After breakfast, the six hunters in camp sat around the dining table relating stories about their past hunting adventures, while the guides readied equipment and the horses for the evening hunt. Our mid afternoon outing was to be another horseback ride up the switchback trails to the high
Part 3 DAY THREE: “Relief comes in different ways.” After the near-death experience the night before, sleep was hard to come by, and gathering for breakfast with the other hunters and guides could not come soon enough. Everyone’s curiosity was satisfied as I related my story of the hunt and near-tragedy with my guide, Travis,
DAY TWO (cont.): “The Really, Really Ugly.” Nearly two hours had passed as Travis skinned out the bear on the steep hillside in the thick brush aided only by a dim headlamp. It was not an easy task by himself, and the job was nearly complete when he let out a blood-curdling yell. Moments later,
