My dad had always taken me on his hunts when I was younger which started my addiction to the outdoors. A large amount of our time together is spent in the outdoors. We hunt deer together every year but have never been able to hunt elk at the same time. Now with both of us holding tags, a friendly game of smack talk began throughout the summer of who was going to get the bigger bull. Read More...
One Lucky Day
The morning of September 27, 2005 was crisp, clear and quiet in the Arizona cedars. As shooting light approached, we slowly maneuvered through the timber with hopes of being in good position to intercept a quality bull.