One of the things I do around the Wyoming homestead besides shooting guns and critters is play farmer. It gives me pleasure to tend the land, and it enhances the habitat for the wild creatures that share this place with me. Too be sure, I am not—and I make no pretense of being—a real farmer. I simply like throwing good money after bad.
Pheasant country and prime agricultural areas tend to go hand-in-hand, so this time of year many farmers encounter nests while discing the earth or mowing fields. Unfortunately the hens' instinct is to sit tight and wait out the threat—not the best strategy with a tractor bearing down on you.
Want to hunt deer in July? To hunt deer with a suppressor? To see bucks come bombing in to squeals made from a beech leaf? Here's a hunt in England that's tough to beat.
Are you good enough? That's the question to consider when hunting a mature buck while the canopy is still up and bright and the rut’s madness is still weeks away.