Category Archives: Deer Hunting

Old stories never grow old

        Old stories never grow old         Stop me if I’ve told you this one,” he says, though he knows he has, and knows I never will. Each telling of the story from sixty … Continue reading

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Packing, puttering, and prepping

Hunting seasons ended January 10 in the North Country. After a frantic and frenetic final week of pursuing pheasants, my neurotic drive to go afield dwindled and a sense of calm descended upon the Clubhouse. Abbey and Sasha are asleep … Continue reading

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Missed shots

Hunting stories almost always end with the writer describing the limit of birds in the bag, the size of the antlers on the buck hanging from the pole, the 20-inch smallmouth bass in the net, or the incredible shot that … Continue reading

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Blooded

BLOODED. Not sure when or where I first heard that word applied to an item of hunting or fishing gear, but its meaning was clear. Blooded meant that the piece of gear in question — a rifle, shotgun, bow, knife, … Continue reading

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Hunting camp maxims

Hunting camp maxims Over the course of five decades in hunting camps, the Over the Hill Gang has discovered several universal truths that we should share with those who are newcomers to the blood sports. Each of these truths merits … Continue reading

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All by myself

  The hunt, and its intended consequence, the kill, are driven by some savage predilection that I have tried to examine and comprehend to no avail. Like the scent of searing red meat on an open fire, the approach of … Continue reading

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Lessons in deer rifle protocol and good manners

You can always tell a Czech, you can always tell Finn, You can always tell a Limey when he’s had a shot of gin. You can always tell a Canuck from ’way north Ontario, You can tell an old Swede … Continue reading

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