First Hunt: A boy’s mentor and a Father’s love. I’m talking big bear
Well, this is going to be a little bit of a different story for you this time folks. This isn’t a story of a scary
Well, this is going to be a little bit of a different story for you this time folks. This isn’t a story of a scary
Another beautiful fall morning, and honestly, I felt such an appreciation for living in this gorgeous country. I was an avid hunter and outdoorsman living
It was the late 1980s and I was a 15-year-old boy who absolutely lived for hunting, fishing, trapping, camping, anything and everything to do with
The year was 1984. I would’ve been in my mid 30s living on a ranch with a wife and two kids. In those days hunting
Today’s story is a Moose hunting adventure from the coastal mountains of British Columbia. Let’s get into it. It was early October in 2011. At
Please, God don’t let my dad die The year was 1980 in the Purcell mountains of southern British Columbia. A gorgeous and remote mountain range
I got up early one morning and headed out. Hunting in the Duffield area of Alberta Canada. It was still dark when I got to
There are sounds in the wilderness that some would call both majestic and hair raising, sounds that can split through the crisp air of a
Wow, that was quite the hunt. I’m glad we had Boats or we might’ve needed scuba gear. Sometimes mother nature can work against you and
The year was 1992, and I would have been 22 years old at that time. I loved hunting coyotes. Now, where I grew up in
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