hunting stories Tag Archive

Remembering the Color of Bone


I have trouble remembering just how I felt before the harvest the day I discovered the color of bone. I was 18 years old and had gone out hunting alone for the first time on the...

Treestands—A Hunter’s Life from Above


I’m three weeks into my coveted deer season and have only found myself in a tree once. I am hoping to witness my brother shoot his first buck. It will hold a more profound...