Tyler Frantz

It wasn’t for a lack of invested effort, but the first three days of firearms deer season didn’t generate any filled tag revenue for this Pennsylvania hunter. That said, I did profit from a mixed sampling of the Keystone state deer hunting experience over a 72-hour window.

Somewhere around 2 a.m., my deep slumber was abruptly awakened by the shrill cadence of barks, yips and howls. Taking a moment to get my bearings, I remembered I was visiting my buddy Julian’s camp for a weekend of archery hunting in Lycoming County’s big woods. Rubbing my tired eyes, I realized I wasn’t dreaming. Julian heard it too, and he was stumbling down the dark hallway to find his tracking spotlight.  
“The freaking coyotes are right outside my bedroom window,” he stammered groggily. “I want to see if we can get a look at them.”