Earning It – Part 2, By Zach Benedict
Looking down, we saw where something had slid, leaving a trail of red in the middle. I stepped a few yards sideways to look downhill through the trees. I ended up standing in a deer …
Stone Cold, by Luke Ramousch
Some days tend to just drag on longer than others. I sure was having one of those days in late September 2015. I was at work and it was the last day before my solo …
Earning It, By Zach Benedict
“Help!” That’s not what you want to hear. Not in these conditions: wet, cold, steep, rocky, and slippery as snot. It was Steve. His yell for help was faint, but clear. He was in trouble. …
Defining Moments, By James Robinson
Many life factors ultimately shape us into who we are and who we become as hunters and individuals. The 2014 season was not by any means my first year hunting, but it was a season …
Nine Years In the Making, By Joseph Friesen
I always thought sheep hunting was an out-of-reach dream. Traditionally, hunting in my family was about chasing mule deer, elk, and moose. Sheep were an elusive mountain animal that only elite hunters had the audacity and …
The 15-Year Bull, By Andrew Schaefer
This story starts with a six-year-old, his dad, and a bagel on an aspen slope. It ends 24 years later with that six-year-old, at the time of this story 30, killing his first elk with …
On Bowhunting and Fatherhood, By Andrew Schaefer
Finally, at 2 a.m. we put our packs on and began packing out my first bull. We’d spent hours looking for him, then hours butchering, and now finally we had hours of hiking ahead of …
The Pursuit, by Ryan Clairmont
Best Laid Plans Anyone who has traveled the high peaks in pursuit of Dall sheep knows that a hunt of this magnitude brings with it extreme highs and extreme lows. The physical beating and emotional …
Romancing the Ram, By Vern Peters
Part I: The Sheep Hunter’s Dilemma It was decision time. The four of us were hunkered down behind weathered, black boulders on a windy ridge gazing into a shallow basin with a small rivulet meandering …
My Nemesis by Dr. Peter Koebisch
As a very young lad, my first exposure to the ways of wolves was lying wide-eyed and listening to my mother, Elly, reading the adventures of Little Red Riding Hood. You know the one. She …