Father and Son Bow Hunt
The big eleven point eased into view from the right. I nudged Jeremiah, Miah for short, to alert him to the buck’s presence. Miah couldn’t see him yet because of the near total coverage of the brush blind we were sitting in. We were overlooking a field sowed with winter wheat and about thirty yards from a game feeder. As the buck eased into Miah’s window, I indicated to him that this was a real shooter. I ranged the buck, twenty eight yards, and whispered the distance to him. Miah raised his bow...
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Persistence Pays Off
While Bowhunting Bears
It was Saturday, the last day of the bear bow hunt. The morning had given way to afternoon, and I still hadn’t seen a shootable bear. We had see lots of activity, the baits were being hit almost every night, but it had been a warm week. It was a little cooler today, but I was beginning to think I might not get a crack at a bruin this year.
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