After both shooting nice bucks on back to back evenings, my dad and I play accidental hide n seek and use his truck to find sinkholes in the dark.

My grandpa, who played a huge role in inspiring my love for the outdoors, drops an old, big bodied buck in his tracks. (But not until after he's had his coffee and cookies)

This is a humbling look back at the failures and mistakes I've made as bow hunter. Hopefully this makes you feel better about your archery adventures and perhaps you can learn from my (many) mistakes.

Recapping the Fall of '22 and my biggest buck to date as well as some early season archery success.