Wild places stir our soul, and for me, (if I’m being truly honest) is what calls me into the wilderness. A desire to feed the hunger deep within and prove to myself that I am a surviver! I grew up with a dad that didn’t hunt and yet somehow I inherited a crazy love for all things outdoors! OK…. That’s enough sappy emotion equated with the outdoors….
Read MoreMost successful bowhunters would agree that bowhunting is hard. The fact that an archer has to be skillful enough to trick the eyes, ears, and nose of any game animal just to get within a bows limited kill zone is difficult by itself, but even more difficult is the execution of a lethal shot under that immense adrenaline and excitement. I am sure you know someone who, every year, seems to connect on a trophy animal, while others eat a lot of “tag soup.”
Read MoreThe -22-degree air bit into my face like miniature daggers. It seemed to creep and crawl around the edges of my baklava and goggles, eating away at my exposed flesh. Our transportation was a mix of modern-day technology and tradition: an Inuit sled pulled by a grumbling snowmobile. We eased along an ice-packed ridgeline, the hum of the snow-machine ringing in my ears. We’d gone several miles before my guide...
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