Our caribou hunt to the far reaches of northern Quebec!

A great event introducing our youth to hunting, fishing, and other outdoor pursuits!

Follow along as we chase groundhogs in central Pennsylvania, with a great video of some shots over 400 yards!

This winter has been longer and colder than most from recent memory, but that hasn’t stopped me from getting outside. Most of my recent excursions have been to check on the local deer herd and search for shed antlers.

With winter’s somewhat early arrival, it seems like I’ve been waiting a long time for safe ice in these parts of the state. Thankfully, last week’s deep freeze has provided plenty!

After a long and somewhat grueling deer season, I’ve been licking my wounds and taking stock of the situation. In a lot of ways, I took a pretty good beating from the local herd.

A lot of archers don’t do much shooting during the winter months. Outside ranges can be bitter cold, and the indoor 20-yard “dot leagues” most clubs offer this time of year, although great for improving your shooting, can be very monotonous.

After we turned the clocks back, my archery hunts were basically limited to a couple of hours before work. One morning, I knew I wouldn’t have much time, so I opted to leave the video gear sitting at home since it usually takes an extra half hour to set up.

The temperature swings weren’t the only ups and downs this archery season. After returning from the Aloha State, I spent some serious time in the treestand. And despite believing that hard work pays off, the early bird gets the worm, and good things come to those who wait…I’ve been constantly reminded that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush!

Does it get any better than this? Archery season is less than 24 hours away and the temperature is diving into the 30s! I don’t think I can ever remember conditions quite this good for opening day! But to answer my opening question, yes, it can indeed get better than this. That’s because on Saturday morning, instead of being perched in my favorite treestand, I’ll be squeezed into an aisle seat of a Boeing 737, headed for a week-long visit to the Aloha State. That’s right, Hawaii. And no, they don’t have any whitetails there.