It was the heart of the breeding season one fall when I shot a nice buck in the act of rubbing a tree. I didn’t pay much attention to this at first. But when it happened a second time, I realized that ...

As I was driving along a primitive road through the thick brush along the Snake River, I saw the wiggle of a white-tailed deer through the brush. I stopped and made a slow stalk through the weeds and ...

The rut gets all the attention when it comes to big bucks hitting the dirt, but let’s be honest; during the frenzy of the breeding season, with deer running willy nilly through the woods, a lot of ...