A heavy-racked buck beds down for the day. Wind sweeping from behind, and eyes scanning down below, danger has little chance of finding him before he detects it. After all, that’s why the buck picked ...

The wind was blowing so hard I had to pick my hat up off the ground, twice. The warm, early-season sun beat down on me as I picked my way along a tree line to a big oak I’d eyeballed a week or so ...

With archery season in full swing, the peak of the rut just a few weeks away and the rifled-deer season less than a month and a half away, locating areas in the woods that are likely to see buck ...