Every picture tells a story, Part II
The last time we met here, I described a couple of black-and-white photos from back in the early 1950s.
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Every picture tells a story, Part I
I was going through an old photo album the other day. By old, think black and white photographs from the early 1950s. Glancing at a couple of them, I was reminded of the Rod Stewart tune “Every Picture Tells a Story,” a classic rock and roll song from 1971. Boy, am I dating myself!
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Jump-shooting ducks of Colorado’s Rawah Wilderness brings back fond memories
I’ve hunted ducks in Michigan, Wisconsin, Kansas, North Dakota, and Saskatchewan over the decades, but those days slogging through the beaver ponds at the base of the Rawah Wilderness will always hold treasured memories for me.
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Wisconsin’s in-person deer registration: What we learned and what we’re missing
We’re probably past the point where in-person deer registration would return to Wisconsin. People have adapted to and accepted electronic deer registration, and the convenience(s) it can provide.
Hunters must, however, be aware of the trade-offs and loss of ability to collect some important biological metrics regarding deer in Wisconsin.
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Replacing daughter’s deer stand brings back fond memories
I built my daughter Deanne’s deer stand in 1994, the year she turned 13. It finally gave up the ghost this past fall, after 28 years of hard use.
Camp records show she’s shot 15 deer from the stand. Almost everyone else in camp has shot at least one deer from it, as well.
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Coues deer success in the rugged terrain of Arizona’s Santa Rita Mountains
Johansen and I drew tags for a hunt for the diminutive Coues deer in 2019, but an unfortunate accident prevented him from hunting.
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Memories of the first and last (most recent) deer
I was a very unsuccessful deer hunter early on. I started hunting with my grandfather in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan when I turned 14 (the legal age at that time) in 1963 and only remember the one-room log cabin, a paucity of deer, and lots of snow.
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