The swamp was the place to be. It was where all the whitetails came from, retreated to, and felt safe enough to move in daylight in the high-pressure public-land area I was hunting. But as I clanged ...

Hiking into a hunting area with a tree stand strapped to my back is a labor of love that I’ve endured many, many times. It’s also one that I don’t need to endure again, thanks to saddle hunting.

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It finally happened. After a decade of telling people I would “just fill my tag on opening day of archery and be done with it,” the bull screamed into my bugles an hour into the opener. It dropped 75 ...