A SHORT SEASON

The mountain will tell you if you’re strong. It doesn’t care if you’re kind. Here’s the line I draw, and what I think of the men who cross it.

I used to be afraid of what lurked in the shadows. Then I got lost on a night so dark there were no shadows. And now everything has changed.

I was filming Cam Hanes hunt moose in Alaska when we woke to six inches of fresh snow and zero visibility. Every instinct said stay in the tent. Cam had other plans, and what he said that day has stuck with me ever since.

Life has a funny way of teaching us lessons when we least expect it. For me, one of these lessons came at 13,000 feet in the Caucasus Mountains of Azerbaijan. Chase and I were there to hunt Dagestan Tur. This was two years after we hunted Dall sheep in the Alaska range, and we were anxious to get into the

The Great Gear Lie: How Our Obsession with “The Best” Steals Both Money and Experience Our fixation on gear is costing us more than just dollars. The modern hunter faces constant pressure to buy better gear for better results. But this assumption deserves scrutiny. We’ve become obsessed with having the best of everything, down to the most trivial items. When

hopscotching down a steep sandy hill trying to stay on the broken slabs of sandstone. Deep sand captures a large puddle of blood like kitty litter clumping spilled motor oil. The bull I’m following is bleeding out both sides of his chest making it easy to follow the puddles. We edge around a rock bluff gaining a vantage of the

he herd of elk stopped feeding peacefully and started running across the cholla filled desert flat. I wondered what spooked them. Chase and I had been watching them feeding safely half a mile beyond the private land fence. Now, suddenly, they were running toward a lone island of state land—the nearest cover of junipers. Could I be that lucky? From

aime and I are working up a steep ridge to get closer to a bull tahr Jaime found a few minutes earlier. I look up the ridge and plot a route up what looks to be a reasonable line. “We can make that.” I say. “Right behind you” Jaime replies. Halfway up we stop on a flat section that’s flanked

I’m sitting at a desk in my home office. My fingers tap a keyboard as I write this. My home is in a sprawling city of some six million people. When I step outside, I hear the constant noise of the cars and low-profile mud tires on the jacked up Ford Super Duties with 22″ wheels speeding down the freeway

In 2014 we flew to Portland, Oregon, rented a car, and headed south to Eugene. There, we met Cameron Hanes to film a promotional piece for Plano. Like others before us, and innumerable cameramen since, we followed Cam running up the mountain, pushing iron around a gym, and launching arrows at the range. It was a memorable experience. Cam is

While aimlessly wandering the juniper flats of Northern Arizona in search of shed elk antlers every spring, I often stumble across arrowheads abandoned in the shifting soils. It seems that I find one every time I head out. These lost relics appear with the spring erosion of melting snow, begging for their story to be revived by elicit day dreaming.

It’s type-two fun. The kind of fun you hate. The kind of fun you dread. It’s the kind of fun that’s only fun looking back on it. The kind of fun that results in tingling feet, raw hips, and sore backs, but also a freezer full of goodness. On Monday, Chase killed a great Arizona bull in a rugged unit

We recently received an awesome message from one of our Channel subscribers (who asked to not be named), about an incredible hunt he just finished up… in New Mexico of all places. We’re making plans to travel to New Zealand to hunt tahr in 2020, who knew they were only a state away from us. I wanted to share with