Early in my bowhunting career, I set up a ladder stand on top of a ridge that had oaks and plenty of deer sign. On opening morning, I watched a deer parade go down a trail that was 20 yards out of ...

A big deer walks out of the thick stuff, eases down the trail, and stops broadside just 20 yards away. He scans the surroundings, sniffs the air, and lip curls for good measure. You loose an arrow and ...

Hiking into a hunting area with a tree stand strapped to my back is a labor of love that I’ve endured many, many times. It’s also one that I don’t need to endure again, thanks to saddle hunting.