“Tag: David Herman”

Associate Editor David Herman takes a pair of Leupold BX-5 Santiam binoculars and an SX-4 Pro Guide spotting scope afield to scout the Sonoran mountains.

As this year's turkey season approaches, Associate Editor David Herman looks back on last year's final hunt for a wily Eastern.

A federal judge in California has restored federal protections to gray wolf populations in the Lower 48 (as this wording is a little confusing, note that this ruling does not affect wolves in the northern Rocky Mountains of Idaho, Montana and Wyoming).

Several months back, we ran a story about COVID-19's detection in the whitetail herd, meaning this may sound like old news. Scientists, however, seem especially concerned with this new development, wherein the Omicron strain was discovered in several deer on Staten Island, New York.

Two days into a goose hunt outside of Hecla, South Dakota, we were sweating both figuratively and literally. Unseasonably warm and still conditions had combined with a bright moon to keep most birds grounded, and uninterested in feeding in sileage fields.

In 1949, your NRA developed a program that became the basis for hunter education nationwide. Today, as new modes of communication allow such education to reach even further, your NRA crafted a new hunter education curriculum and offered it to the hunting world free of charge.

The whistle rang in my ears as the Vizsla wheeled on cue. No pheasant there. The lack of a bird didn’t dim her spirits, however, as the dog’s excited bounce belied. Onward she ran, down row after row of stiff sorghum stalks in pursuit of her prey.

Despite the fact hunters are the greatest source of revenue for the great outdoors, we still face restrictions on Sunday hunting in 11 states. The NRA-ILA continues to push for standardized regulations every day of the week to protect our right to hunt and our ability to affect conservation goals.

The eerie howl of wolves cut the mist, no more than a few hundred yards away at the bottom of the ridge. Glancing down at my right hip-belt, I saw the reassuring Olive-drab of my Wilderness Safepacker effortlessly concealing my trusty little 1911, and couldn’t suppress a comfortable smile.