Truly great hunters aren’t seen on television. Their names don’t often grace shiny pages in print. The truly great ones are scattered along the open swaths of fertile pasture in the heartland, bogged down in the sultry Southeastern swamps and trekking the peaks of mountains in parts unknown. They succeed or fail not by the bag brought home, but the memories gained, the lessons shared and the inevitable feeling of self-accomplishment. Here’s to them. Here’s to you: the true American Hunter.