I settled into my stand and waited. The Kentucky pre-rut with cool afternoon temps combined with the early muzzleloader season had me hopeful. Soon after sitting down, deer poured into the CRP fields ...

The big-racked, muscled-up brute crashes through cover. Operating like a pedigreed cutting horse, he carves out two rival bucks and sends them packing for distant hills. Quickly, he returns to the ...

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 ...