IMG_2282Around 10 am on opening day I met up with Dad who was sitting in his typical spot in a big open hardwoods. “Not much happening,” I said bleakly to him. As is my opening day custom, I had just covered a lot of ground in hopes of getting a feel for where the deer were spending their time but hadn’t seen a single track in the fresh snow. The afternoon before Dad and I had checked a trail camera that had a number of decent bucks on it, including a couple new bucks, but the excitement over those pictures had since faded after my uneventful morning. ...continue reading

Double upBy daybreak I had eased my way down the hill to a semi-open hardwoods bordered by tall stands of pine trees and littered with stonewalls and oak trees. This particular location had some decent sign and I knew it to be a common area the deer traveled through to bed down for the day. It was the second morning of New Hampshire’s 2014 rifle season and it was the last day that my rifle tag was good for a buck or doe. I’d been given strict instructions from my wife to FILL MY TAG or else she threatened to buy meat elsewhere. As a result, I exercised my trigger finger on and off throughout the morning to make sure I was ready if an opportunity presented itself. ...continue reading

Hunting Boots 

Deer Mr. Four Pointer,

My bucko buddies and I read your recent column about the conundrum of scent control and laughed our way all the way back to the swamp just after midnight. One reason we laughed was because one of our favorite foods is poison ivy, and we don’t even get itchy tongue from it! But the major chortles came in relation to the very idea that humans can control scent enough for us not to smell them. Only somebody with something to sell you would make that claim without interviewing one of us. As you know, the best scent control clothing has a layer of coconut charcoal encased between layers of perforated fabric. When somebody is wearing this, we may not smell the B.O. as easily, but what we do smell is charcoal filtered B.O. After all, our sense of smell is 400 times better than yours, so a little filtering is not going to put a hole in the wind between you and me.  ...continue reading

Kaidin's Buck

By Larry Gauthier

Well, it all starts with the snow fall on Friday morning. As a hunter this made me feel like I was 15 again. I was all excited so I took off the day of work (I’m a self employed contractor) so it was pretty easy to go check out our hunting grounds for fresh deer sign.  After four and a half hours and covering 1200 acres I never cut a fresh track, so I told my oldest daughter (Kaidin) that I thought we would have better luck in NY the first morning. She agreed and off we went Saturday morning. We were up early with hopes of big bucks. It was only 19° when we left the house at 5:00 AM and the morning was uneventful without a single deer sighting. So, it was off to soccer practice for her and with my youngest (Keana) at a birthday party it was my time to hunt so I decided to hunt Vermont. ...continue reading

Rice, Chuck

It was a cold, windy November morning in Vermont. I chose to hunt from a shooting box because they help keep your scent concealed better on windy days. I used doe scent to cover up mine, and grunted about every half hour duration because of the rut. About 7 AM I saw two Deer come out of a slew 300 yards out from my position. I glassed them to see the head gear, if any, and then I shouldered my 7MM08 rifle. I guessed the range at around 200 yards, and fired. The buck went forward about 20 yards and fell. He has 6 points and weighed 142 lbs dressed.

Congratulations Chuck!

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