Amy Lawry
I drew a mule deer buck tag and hunted during the juniors-only weekend in October. My dad and I decided to go camp out at a site in the southern Bitterroot Mountains of western Montana. On the first day of the hunt we walked three miles but no bucks, only does. We did “glass” staring at the hills to try to spot any movement.
Later that day, we took another drive to a second area. My dad said, “I wish a big buck would just run across the road.” Next thing you, know a big buck runs across the road. My dad stopped the truck and I got out. My dad and I walked over to where the buck ran. Right there, the big buck stood staring at me. I could only see his head. My heart was beating faster than a flying bullet...
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Stuck in a rut or don’t know what to read? Get ready for the next season with these great reads:
Call to the Mild by Lily Raff McCalou
A story of transformation from big city dweller to country gun-slinger.
Wild by Cheryl Strayed
One woman’s powerful story about finding herself while solo hiking the Pacific Crest Trail.
A River Runs Through It by Norman Maclean
One family’s history is intertwined with fly fishing in Montana.
Beyond Fair Chase by Jim Pozewitz
A to the point read about the ethics of hunting from preparation to shooting to care after the shot.
The Total Outdoorsman Manual by T. Edward Nickens
A how-to manual for everything in the outdoors from tying a cleat hitch to flagging geese.
Girl Hunter by Georgia Pellegrini
A chef becomes a hunter and catalogs her adventures...
Debra Wright
My daddy hunted. I tagged along, jumping creeks, climbing fences, gathering bittersweet, enjoying all of nature, the woodsy smells, the fresh air, AND his company.
I lost him at a young age, and also lost those hunting opportunities. Years later, after a busy life of raising three daughters, I found myself searching for new interests to fill my time.
Seeing an ad that our local Quail Unlimited (now Quail Forever) chapter was hosting a wing-shooting clinic, I signed up. I took instruction, shot, broke clays, —and I was hooked! It was just a few weeks later that I bought my first shotgun and became the first female member of the thirty-two year old chapter...
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The United States has a long history of electing sportsmen into the White House. Of course you know Teddy Roosevelt was an avid outdoorsman, but did you know about some of these?
Washington starts off the list of presidential sportsmen. Before becoming our first president, Washington counted “commercial fisherman” among his many occupations. He took several fishing breaks to Mount Vernon during the Constitutional Convention. While the General also duck hunted, his favorite outdoor pastime was fox hunting.
Arthur was famous for his salmon fly-fishing technique and even held an Atlantic salmon record for catching a 50-pound fish in Canada...
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