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The Best State For Deer Calling?

Kansas bucks are some of the most call-friendly beasts on the planet, and I’m not talking just little guys.

Pheasant Hunting: The Hand Grenade Hunt

For the old time, bird hunter, preserve hunting always has had a faint taint to it, but that’s a bum rap.

Birds And Bone

Dedicated bow-benders are hitting the woods NOW – enter, shed antler hunting and bowhunting for turkeys!

My 2010 Blue-Collar Whitetail Hunts: Part 5 Of 7

Travis had crossed the finish line, won the gold medal and was basking in the afterglow. Shane was yet to dive in, and Peg and I were treading water.

Black Powder, White Ground

One December I was lucky enough to have been drawn for a Kansas black powder deer hunting permit.

Prairie Chickens: The Vanishing Bird

Once they were more numerous than bison — so many that market hunters filled wagons with them to ship East to the fine restaurants.
Now, they are a trophy animal. The Greater Prairie Chicken, a bird that fed the pioneers heading West and the fat cat gourmands on the East. I hunted them off and on for more than 20 years before I finally shot one.

Whitetails In The ‘Real World’: Part 6

Travis Keith was quick to spot the appearance of “his” buck on
the scene. Passing at a distance slightly farther than
desired, he slid his Bushnell rangefinder to his eye, taking a quick reading — 38 yards. Fully capable of such a shot, Keith calmly placed an arrow directly through the ribcage of the unsuspecting buck — another tag was punched! Now, it was Peg’s turn!

Whitetails In The ‘Real World’: Part 5

Never breaking stride, the 8-pointer covered the 300 yards that had originally separated us, in no time flat. Drawing my bow as the buck strode up to 25 yards, I wondered if I was filling my Kansas tag too early.

Whitetails In The ‘Real World’: Part 4

Sunup of the morning after my wife Peg shot at that monster buck found us trailing a clearly non-fatally wounded animal. Heading back to camp after a futile, long search, faces were long amongst the Claypool clan. As Peg prepared to head back to her hunting spot for an evening outing, I found myself itching for some big-buck action of my own. As the sun neared the western horizon, far off on the prairie, a deer caught my attention.