As I was driving along a primitive road through the thick brush along the Snake River, I saw the wiggle of a white-tailed deer through the brush. I stopped and made a slow stalk through the weeds and ...

Every January, you see it on the edge of a food plot or along a logging road and feel that familiar jolt of optimism: a fresh-looking buck rub that seems to promise late rut fireworks. Yet in much of ...

It was the heart of the breeding season one fall when I shot a nice buck in the act of rubbing a tree. I didn’t pay much attention to this at first. But when it happened a second time, I realized that ...