The Martinez cabin has been home to many. As the winds wailed and howled outside the cabin, Joe struggled to sleep, tossing and turning in his sleeping bag and knowing…

The magnificent 6x7 bull raised his head, laying the white tips of his antlers on his rump, and screamed a challenging bugle at his unseen adversary. Meanwhile, the unseen adversary,…

As the skies darkened, we splashed our way uphill on the two track dirt road, that might as well have been an old dry river bed. More rock than dirt,…

As my head lamp threw out an eerie green light that danced down the game trail we were on, I reviewed the game plan in my mind. We planned to…

I managed to work my way 1/3 of the way down a near tree-less mountain side staying behind a few scattered trees, all the while, keeping my eyes on two…

Sometimes the best laid plans of mice and men can go awry despite planning for seemingly every situation for an elk hunt. After 30+ years of hunting elk, I will…

Blackie (our jet black 1987 Nissan 4WD pick-up) was packed to the hilt as Joe and I prepared to go back home empty handed, after an exhaustive five day hunt,…

With daylight quickly approaching, Gilbert (Big O) Ornelas fastened his bow case on top of mine on the front of the 4-wheeler. On this, the second day of the hunt,…

My first Septembers were a long way off from any kind of elk woods back home in the Carolinas. The passion then was dove and squirrel hunting. My step dad…