I started hunting in September of 1972. Seated on the ground next to my father, I settled the gold front bead of a 410 single shot on a fox squirrel’s head and pulled the trigger. Fifty-two years ...

One of my long-time pet peeves is the habit of framing a squirrel hunt as a simple tune-up for big game season. Truth is, head-shooting a limit of bushytails with a rimfire requires way more skill ...

For many hunters, the end of deer season brings an uncomfortable silence. The woods seem emptier, the excitement of the hunt fades, and the anticipation that had built for months suddenly disappears.