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.
READ MORE ›For the old time, bird hunter, preserve hunting always has had a faint taint to it, but that’s a bum rap.
READ MORE ›When do walleyes like bass lures? An obvious answer to this question is — when they eat ’em!
READ MORE ›It’s true that many big bucks are tagged between 10 a.m. and 2 p.m., and there are reasons for that.
READ MORE ›Do you believe that walleyes don’t fight? Try manhandling a 7-pound walleye that slams a jig in shallow water.
READ MORE ›Although Deadwood, South Dakota, still offers plenty of opportunities for gamblers, the town also deals out plenty of chances to anglers for a full house of trout, walleye, perch, smallmouth bass, and other fish! It’s a perfect place to go on a fishing adventure no matter what the season. Within an hour of Deadwood you can be on walleye, trout or bass.
READ MORE ›The dawning of our third day in the plains of South Dakota found me eager to enjoy even more of the peace and quiet of the surrounding countryside. I jumped into my truck and headed out for a day of exploration. Heading north, there was a method to my madness — an area of high mesas, canyons and rolling foothills, lingering in the distance.
READ MORE ›After one day spent along the Niobrara River of north-central Nebraska, I found myself with a turkey tag already filled. Deciding that it was time for a change of scenery … the Claypool clan was rolling down the road, heading north into South Dakota.
READ MORE ›With the humbling experience of my mule deer recurve stalk behind me … we went to a big riverbottom that held a lot of deer, and set up a drive. I clutched my bow tensely and leaned into a tree. First I spotted a flicker of movement, then noticed the movement was coming my way. The first object I could distinguish clearly was a huge set of polished whitetail antlers!
READ MORE ›Hopefully a little wiser after my first encounter with prairie deer … I drove to Faith, S.D. for my next adventure. First morning, we four-wheeled across the range, over dust-dry prairie grass and alfalfa stubble, till we came to an old riverbed. Three mulies — two decent bucks and a doe — fed along the creekbottom. I got comfortable and watched, waiting for them to bed.
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