Winter is winding down here in northern New England. While I’m always thinking about tracking deer, it starts to feel a lot more real now. I’ll be able to follow up soon with real world ground proofing of the online scouting that I’ve been doing using onX over the winter. It feels ...

Despite what social media might make you think, not everyone in New England tracked down a buck last season except you. Some guys had tremendous success. Yet even some of the best hunters I know, the ones you never read about or see pictures of, but who consistently get it done, said they struggled ...

  Fall is upon us! All of the seasons are rolling along, with prime buck tracking time getting here. I'm starting to see lots of pictures of bucks and bulls from all over the country. Gets me fired up. But I'm always left wondering, what is the story? We humans are story tellin...

Maine’s 2018 deer season came and with it, so did the snow. The first four days of the season was a tracker’s delight. I didn’t make it into the woods until the fifth day. I ended up going to some new territory with poor tracking conditions, but I did the best that I could. I had a...

I owned every bit of land I could see as I ate lunch. Well, to be honest, I only partially owned it. Because it belonged to me and every other citizen in our wonderful United States. Plus every citizen yet to be born. This was because I was standing on public land – a great idea that took root...

I’ve spent some time over the last couple of years hanging out with some guys in my conservation group and have come to realize that there is at least a generation of mistrust between the average hunter/angler and state Fish and Wildlife Departments. I hear it all the time at the informational...

My life now with a wife, a little girl and another one on the way along with working three jobs, is full. God has been good enough to allow me to be a part of a few ministries as well, including writing. In doing my best to keep my priorities in line with Christ, at this season in my life means not ...

       

The backs of my hands felt raw as the raspberry whips slid across them. I kept scanning for fresh tracks as I slid into the next patch of softwood, trying to find sign of one that had been out feeding in the night. Spotting a fresh set, I took off with a renewed sense of purpose, anxious to catch up...

I adore the pursuit. To take a track in the snow, determine who made it, then follow where he goes until some end is reached...nightfall, a blown stalk, a buck taken... that to me is nothing more or less than the truth. It is existence, boiled down to the barest essentials. A chase, truly. No food p...