Cover: September 2007
In which countries do you have the best chance of bagging the buck of your dreams? We tell you in this issue. […]
In which countries do you have the best chance of bagging the buck of your dreams? We tell you in this issue. […]
Larry Reece scanned spacious openings from his elevated stand one day during the 2001 Mississippi Primitive Arms deer season. His Knight muzzleloader was at ready as he spotted a big buck 150 yards distant. He made some grunts on his Hunters’ Specialty grunt tube. […]
Adam Stewart scoured the surrounding woods in search of a deer, and marveled at the splendor of it all.The young hunter had joined his Uncle Bobby Pinkham for his first bow hunt, which took place in Lauderdale County. Though Stewart didn’t think he would like bowhunting, he finally gave in to his uncle’s pleadings. […]
Deer don’t seem to mind Mississippi’s expanding population, and hunters who learn the tricks of the trade can score on some beasts in close proximity of residential neighborhoods. […]
The biggest bucks we could ever dream of hunting could be hiding out virtually right next door in our neighbor’s back yard. […]
In the fading light of the fall afternoon, a nice buck appeared, well within bow range of the archer in his treestand at Willow Point, a part of Tara Wildlife near Vicksburg. The hunter drew his bow, released the arrow and hit the buck, but the buck vanished. […]
This time of year, most hunters are hunkered down under an air-conditioning vent. It’s still a bit of a wait until hunting season, but that doesn’t slow down the daydreams or anticipation. Patience may be a grand virtue, but in August, it’s wearing thin for hunters. […]
Brian Arabie, a regular reader, queried the magazine about teaching his young son shooting and firearms safety. […]
White-tailed buck racks have never been bigger in Mississippi than they are right now. It seems we have a virtual explosion of big bucks in this state, and plenty of evidence exists to prove it. […]
I hate summer. It’s too hot and humid to do anything worthwhile outside, in my opinion. I don’t fish much, don’t have the patience for baseball, would rather hit my thumb with a hammer than work in the yard or a garden and the beach is for, well, terns and seagulls. […]
As I drove across the property, it was love at first sight. The location was ideal — less than five miles outside town from my home. The habitat was a mixture of hardwoods, pine ridges, ponds, creeks, and open pasture interspersed among a network of timber islands. The place could not have been laid out better for deer hunting. […]
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