Jace Bauserman

5 days ago | gunsamerica.com | Jace Bauserman

Estimated reading time: 8 minutes In June 2024, I embarked on a remarkable adventure to the Dark Continent to match wits with several African animals on my wishlist. This was my first trip across the pond—an adventure I’d dreamt of since my youth. The entire experience turned out to be a life-changing one. Yes, I know that’s bold, but it’s true.

6 days ago | bornhunting.com | Jace Bauserman

by Jace BausermanI’ve written about Xpedition Archery for years in several bow roundups. What is a bow roundup? It’s pretty straightforward. The outdoor writing world gets press releases, photos, MSRP, etc., from bow makers about new-for-the-year compounds. Writers read those press releases, research, and compile a roundup of that year’s latest and greatest. A bow test is much different. I’m not discrediting the roundups; they are essential.

1 week ago | shootingtimes.com | Jace Bauserman

Affiliate Disclosure: This page contains affiliate links. We earn from qualifying purchases. The two bulls battled all morning. The smell of estrous was draining from the October air; only a cow or two in the area had yet to breed. The cedar-sprinkled terrain was sparse, but every thunderous crack that would echo down the canyon put us on the move. The bulls were warring, and you run to the sound when autumn battlers clash. It wasn't ideal. The rangefinder read 357 yards to the cross-canyon 6x6.

1 week ago | northamericanwhitetail.com | Jace Bauserman

I remember my first flagship bow purchase as if it were yesterday; I was 20 years old. The pro shop was Johnson’s Sport & Ski, and the bow model was a Mathews Outback. I was newly married, teaching fifth grade and dirt poor. Thank God for my dad! He knew what archery and bowhunting meant to me and footed the bill. Although I had enough budget to cloak my new shooter in fancy-to-do accessories, I went the low-end accessory route.

1 week ago | americanhunter.org | Jace Bauserman

My first experience with a Browning Citori 725 was on a pheasant hunt in South Dakota. The weather was brutal. The ground was cloaked in white, and the mercury never stopped dropping. I didn’t care. The upland action was remarkable. Every ditch row I ventured down produced hard-flushing roosters, and regardless of the conditions, my Citori 725 went boom every time I pulled the trigger. Plus, it didn’t hurt that the shotgun fit me like a glove, swung with elegant grace and flat-killed those birds.