Late October Pre-Rut - Whitetail Hunting at its Best
Les Welch
After a 3 week stint in the Rocky Mountains, I was finally able to hit the woods for Wisconsin whitetail in early October. I was scouting a large tract of wooded public land hoping to find another giant like the buck I arrowed last year.
Hunting as a Family
By Amy Hanneman
I am a strong believer that even after having children that as parents we should not have to give up all of our hobbies. I think it is very important to incorporate our children into the things we love to do so that we can continue to enjoy them as a family. Whether it is backpacking, hunting, playing sports or star gazing- with a little bit of modification all of these activities can be “kid friendly” and lead to family bonding. Being a bit of a restless spirit, I thrive on adventure and one of my worries with having children was that I would be cut off from doing the things I love and that my days of adventure would be over. Since having kids, I have found that this is not true at all! Every day with my boys is filled with excitement and new experiences.
Rescue on Kodiak Island
By Becca Moffat
It was mid October, 2010, and we awoke to clear blue skies with temperatures around 15 degrees F. As I fixed breakfast, Luke called from behind the spotter "Come, look! The billy is still there!" Our friend Steve and I rushed for a peek at the heavy bodied goat with the dirty butt that was skylined on the ridge above us. We'd first spotted him the evening prior, but waited overnight as the state of Alaska law prohibits same day flying and hunting. We had made good use of our flight day, alder crashing several miles and 1000 feet of elevation before setting up base camp. It was my first fly-in hunt to Kodiak, Alaska and I couldn't have been more excited!
The Broken Heart Buck
by Robby Denning
There is a low brushy ridge on the east side of one of the ranches I manage in Southeast Idaho. It’s nothing remarkable, just a ridge. It runs less than a mile separating some hayfields to the east from a sea of aspen and sage to the west. When the September rut starts, it’s a magnet for bull elk that gather cows from the fields below and push them into the ridge’s thick cover. Once in a while I’ve even seen a nice buck there, but nothing too special. That all changed early one August morning.
