Brad Fenson, Author at Born Hunting

After years of waiting for an early-season moose draw, I was back in the forest to hunt the largest member of the deer family. The

An antelope buck suddenly appeared on the rise in front of me and headed to the water’s edge to get a drink. Facing me, the

The predawn air was crisp, and the musky smell of dead, dry vegetation hung in the moist mountain atmosphere. Visiting old Mexico, I had looked

We had watched the harvested pea field four days, and the number of birds enjoying the high-protein feed just continued to build. I was hunting

We wound our way down the old bulldozer trail off one of the high ridges and came face-to-face with two mature red stags. They were

The thundering beats of the spinning propeller on our Beaver aircraft echoed inside my head as we motored across the lake for takeoff. I watched

Walking down the game trail, through the dense alders, the distinctive woof of an unhappy bear made the hair on the back of my neck

“That’s an interesting concept I hadn’t thought of—I’ll have to run a computer model back at the office to see where the energy comes off

September 1st rolled around, and I found myself moping about not having enough time to get out hunting. The date has always been significant, as

Author: Brad Fenson