My family instilled the love for the hunt inside me. My mother loved to sit in a hickory patch—still as a mouse—squirrel hunting. My father and his trusty Winchester Model 12, 16-gauge prowled the West Virginia hills for squirrel, rabbit, turkey and deer. And my grandfather, with his prosthetic leg and cane, followed coon hounds from dusk until dawn. They always took …
The topic of long-range hunting gets a lot of attention around campfires, at gun store counters and in the sporting press. One problem is that long-range hunting has never been definitively defined. There is of course a reason for this. If you’re shooting a .22 LR, long range means something completely different than if you’re shooting a .300 Winchester Magnum. My definition …
Since my computer is mad at me for taking a week off and vacationing with my family, it decided to screw up. This was probably in an effort to get attention. It did not work; I ordered an iMac and started cleaning my office which is something I have not done a good job of since April. While sorting through the crap …
