August 2009 Feature Article:
I'm not much of a gambler and like to know my odds, including knowing my chances on a hunting trip. With that in mind my fingers tightened on my bowstring as a group of twenty caribou passed my brush blind late on last year's Alaskan hunt. They were mostly cows and calves, with one small bull hanging in the back of the pack.
As the last two caribou passed my shooting lane a lone cow made up my mind by blocking my shot at the bull. I drew back and led her as she walked along and watched the arrow hit the right spot at 27 yards. She wasn't the massive bull with double-shoveled antlers I hoped for, but she provided plenty of delicious meals. Read more...
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