It was the heart of the breeding season one fall when I shot a nice buck in the act of rubbing a tree. I didn’t pay much attention to this at first. But when it happened a second time, I realized that ...

Calling deer can be an effective way to bring bucks to your stand, even though there isn’t the same instant gratification usually associated with calling ducks or turkeys. Deer aren’t nearly as vocal ...

Add Yahoo as a preferred source to see more of our stories on Google. Mark Drury with a giant whitetail buck. (Drury Outdoors) The best deer hunters in the nation (known and unknown) all share a ...

The guys were on me a bit, back in October, just before Halloween. Even interrupted their card game. “So, where’s the rut?” “Stinks out there.” “Ain’t no deer no-how.” “Might as well play golf.” And ...

Tall, white-tipped tines shine like beacons in the late-afternoon sunlight. The monster buck eases out of heavy cover and into bow range. After minutes of painstaking patience, you settle your sights ...

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Buckle your safety belts, and keep your bow in hand. The time of year deer hunters dream about is upon us. The midpoint of October has come and gone, welcoming another fall. With the colorful display ...

Buckle your safety belts and keep your bow in hand, the time of year deer hunters dream about is upon us. The midpoint of October has come and gone, welcoming another fall. With the colorful display ...

There, blocking my way, were two spindly-legged newborn fawns. Their mother stood off to the side in the tall grass and brush, like a statue. “Great chance to get some photos,” I thought. After ...

Buckle your safety belts, and keep your bow in hand. The time of year deer hunters dream about is upon us. The midpoint of October has come and gone, welcoming another fall. With the colorful display ...

Back in 1984 I was hunting deer with a bamboo longbow, and homemade gobbler-fletched arrows. I remember well that year’s nine-point buck and the blood trail splashed vividly on sugar maple leaves ...