It was more of an “I thought I saw it” than a real movement that drew my attention to some thick weeds and grass on the lip of a small terrace about 85 yards below. Through my 7X35 binoculars, I ...

My only job is to remember how many times we turn left. That’s what my dad told me before the hunt. I have his smoothbore 870 Wingmaster slung over my shoulder as I try to keep up. My pack feels heavy ...

My first Mule deer buck taken in early November, somewhere up Tamarack Creek. (Mineral Independent/Amy Quinlivan) A vibrant rainbow appears the morning of the hunt. Where the colors touch the ridge is ...