Articles

  • 2 weeks ago | realtree.com | Darron McDougal

    Hunting gobblers that have been called to and even shot at is a difficult undertaking, but you can improve your success odds with the seven details outlined here. Photo by John Hafner. Somewhere in Central Florida, I arrived at a wildlife management area (WMA) one hour before daylight, planning to hike more than a mile to reach a spot I’d scouted a few days prior. A dozen hunters were already in the parking lot, and more showed up as I grabbed my gear and began walking.

  • 3 weeks ago | archerybusiness.com | Darron McDougal

    Appeared in print as "Crossbow Report: Barnett Hyper Raptor BCX BUK OPS X-Factor" For this intro, let’s categorize hunters in three ways. One group seeks every possible advantage. The next group harnesses some equipment advantages but with limits. Then, there are purists who consider today’s technological advancements “cheating.” I’m a very successful hunter, but I’ve eaten enough tag soup — yep, rifle tags included — to keep me humble and reaffirm that even a long-range rifle doesn’t make...

  • 3 weeks ago | grandviewoutdoors.com | Darron McDougal

    Appeared in print as "Advanced Turkey Decoying Tips" The timber bordering the field I was hunting erupted with gobbles as I planted my decoys about 10 yards away before hopping into my ground blind. When legal shooting light arrived, I loaded a Victory VAP SS arrow tipped with a Rage Hypodermic onto my Mathews LIFT. A brief silence followed by slightly muffled gobbles meant that the two gobblers had floated to the forest floor. Would they stay in the timber or enter the field? Suddenly,...

  • 1 month ago | archerybusiness.com | Darron McDougal

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  • 1 month ago | bowhunter.com | Darron McDougal

    Bugles rang out from the dark timber above me. Daylight was delayed by foggy conditions and visibility was limited. A mountain drizzle drenched my layers as I struggled up muddy slopes and fought through jungle-thick brush, in hot pursuit. An absolute mess, I was so soaked you could have wrung me out like a dishcloth. But I’d come too far to quit. The mountains demanded all I could give, and I wouldn’t stop giving it until I got my shot or a remote basin swallowed up the two mountain kings.