A mud-caked buck appears out of nowhere, his legs stained from the bog. The deer scans its surroundings. He’s an old deer that knows just how perilous life can be outside the security of his swamp.

I was just 14 when Uncle Rich and his dogs pushed two deer my way, and I learned why a good hunting partner is hard to beat.

Would you go 180 miles away to hunt deer — if you had them in your own backyard? Probably not, unless you had buck fever. I don’t mean the acute kind that leaves you trying to swallow your Adam’s ...

THE FIRST DEER I ever killed came to me, but I was in a good place, walking a few steps at a time and making frequent stops, and looking more than moving. Otherwise I wouldn’t have seen him. That’s a ...

It’s a phrase often repeated amongst deer hunters who aren’t seeing any bucks—they’ve “gone nocturnal.” And it's usually about this time in the fall—mid-October—when we start hearing it. The big guys ...