Early-Season Elk

By South Cox

A deep bugle cut through the pea-soup fog, stopping my hunting partner Lon Lauber and me in our tracks. We could barely see 100 yards, and the bugle seemed to originate from just beyond that distance.

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The Elk Club

Twenty percent of the bowhunters kill 80 percent of the elk. Here's how they do it.

By Douglas Dillingham

With adrenaline raging through my body, I began to shake as I clipped my release onto the bowstring and watched as, one by one, the elk herd walked single file past me in the bottom of the dry stream bed.  Eventually, heavy polished antler tips appeared, swaying back and forth as an impressive 6x6 bull slowly and methodically made his way down the ravine and into full view. 

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Sneaky-Smart Tactics That Can Tip the Odds

A little effort before the season and a handful of easy tricks will boost your chances of luring mature whitetails within bow range of your stand locations.

By David Westphal

The November afternoon light was beginning to fade, sending lengthening grey shadows across the leaf-covered forest floor. A short time earlier, two young bucks had chased a doe through the opening below my treestand, confirming that the local whitetail rut was well underway. It also reinforced my belief that this stand location—a few hundred yards into a woodlot between a feeding and a bedding area—would serve as a conduit for any whitetail buck chasing a hot doe.

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Finding Sweet-Spot Stand Locations!

There’s more to chasing mature whitetails than releasing an arrow. It all starts by locating the sweet spots.

By Brian Strickland

I got disoriented as I made my way up the steep grade toward my stand. Although the eastern horizon was beginning to spill a little light across the landscape, it was not enough to penetrate the thick, damp fog that seemed to swallow up the pine forest around me. Since this was the first time I had ever headed up to this stand setup in near-dark conditions, I was beginning to scratch my head and wonder if I was going to make it there before shooting light. However, as I continued up the hill in haste and my nervous breathing quickened, I saw in the fog a rotten pine that I remembered from when I hung my stand the previous afternoon. Quickly scooting up my climbing sticks and nocking an arrow, I settled in to wait for the whitetail parade to begin—or at least that’s what the evidence I had found the day before suggested. 

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Keep Whitetails from Smelling You!

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By Todd Murray

Everything had been going smoothly as I watched the monster buck work his scrape just 50 yards from my stand. Yet I stiffened when the breeze changed directions. That was a natural reaction from me based on over three decades of pursuing trophy-class Kansas whitetails. When the wind shifts, the game is usually over. In fact, I had hunted this particular stand many times and had been busted occasionally when the wind had inexplicably switched. But not this time.

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