Posts by Matt Adcock

June is a usually a month spent in the shade with a cold drink in your hand, maybe fishing for bluegill, with little to no thoughts about deer hunting. However, June can be the perfect month to reflect back at the previous hunting season and make your plans for the upcoming season. It is a great…

Over the years, I’ve probably read more articles on hunting the rut than any other type of article. Heck, I’ve even written three or four. In almost every one of those articles, it talks about positioning yourself in a stand location where you can see a long way and cover the most ground. I have to tell you,…

Everyone knows the rut is your best chance to bag a wall hanger. You save your vacation days, have all your honey-do’s completed on time and cast aside the rest of society, so that you can spend more time chasing your dream. Even with all this effort, you need to hunt efficiently to get the…

What is your definition of the word “camouflage?” There is no right or wrong answer, but what if one of those definitions could make you a better hunter? Meriam-Webster’s Online Dictionary defines camouflage as a noun, a verb and an adjective. As it pertains to hunting as a noun, the definition would be a way…

It was one of those mornings where I did not need an alarm clock. I had a great stand location picked out and was eager to slip into the thicket undetected. My goal was to hunt the new stand location I had discovered and shoot the mature buck that would be passing less than 10…

I was getting close, at least that is what my GPS was telling me. My flashlight scanned back and forth looking for the lone bright eye I had placed on the tree earlier in the week. I finally saw the reflection in the distance, and I knew I was there. Even though I had found…

Have you ever had the feeling that something good was about to happen? That was the feeling I had on Oct. 20 of last year. It was the first cold morning I had hunted, and the familiar chill of exhilaration bit at my clothing. I had patiently waited for the right wind and the right…

It was a cold October morning and shortly after 8 o’clock when my mind began to drift. I had been sitting motionless for several hours and hadn’t even seen a bird or a squirrel. The boredom of monotony grabbed me, and I checked my cell phone for messages. Since I had my phone out, I…