Stories Archives - Page 2 of 17 - Beyond the Kill

Return of the Lieutenant, By Ian Baird

For some people, the intersection of obsession and passion is a mountain top in Southern, BC, while chasing mule deer. I am one of those people. Since my first experience hunting alpine Mule Deer in

Hunting Head On – Colorado Bighorns, By Andrew Schaefer & Bryan Gwinn

He took a bite of grass, looked up, and advanced one step to face the ewe, broadside. I drew and steadied. I went black. Then I saw red. He careened off the ledge, tumbled and

A Rookie Elk Hunter’s First Season, By Blake Brown

After passing the frigid October night listening to the sounds of ice forming and moving in the creek bed, we awoke just after four AM, quickly breakfasted and donned our packs for a 1800ft climb.

Once They Were Numerous, By Mark Trousdell

Located within the Central Cariboo Region of British Columbia, Canada, at the confluence of the Chilcotin and Fraser Rivers, the Junction Sheep Range Provincial Park (Junction Park) consists of a diverse landscape, rolling grasslands, river

My Father’s Footsteps, By Carson Keys

I grew up flying in my dad’s Cessna, but his was equipped with tundra tires and not floats. Taking off and landing in a floatplane for the first time was the perfect foreshadowing for what

Roar of the Highland Stag, By Lukas Schulte

I was standing in the dark outside of St. Huberts Lodge near the small town of Pitlochry, in central Scotland. The night air was cold and filled with the deep vocalizations of Scottish highland stags

Mysteries in the Mountains, by Drew Kress

Before every hunt, I try to create certain ideas and thoughts of how things are going to happen on the upcoming adventure. Every time I embark on a trip like this, it will always be

Jungle Goats, by Lee Nelson

There are some things that I hold in high regard; people you can count on are right at the top of the list. A few years ago, Brian, my regular mountain hunting partner and I

Whatever It Takes, by James Horner

    Many years ago I came to terms with the reality that I would never hunt sheep, maybe mountain goats but even that would be a stretch. I was OK with it and just

First Blood – Colorado Elk, By Russell Harris, DVM

When I was about 100 yards from the rise he was standing on, I looked toward the right of the trail and into the creek bed. I could see that he was lying dead in