by Jerald Kopp
I’ll never forget going on a late morning drive with my father on his deer lease during the early 80s. It was a summer work weekend and the Texas heat had already set in. After rounding a bend on the rocky old road, I suddenly saw a barrage of huge antlers. As they...
by Jerald Kopp
The entrepreneurial spirit has always been alive and well in the outdoor industry. In going through old hunting bags, I get a kick out of some of the old hunting gizmos I find. For me, it brings to mind the many old gadgets that are either long gone or you just don’t...
by Jerald Kopp
I know a lot of folks that, in the face of limited deer hunting prospects, hunt public grounds. Though it’s not nearly as big in Texas as in many other states, it’s certainly a viable alternative. However, it comes with downsides, such as unpredictable hunting...
by Jerald Kopp
Regardless of the region you hunt in, there comes a time after the testosterone-crazed rut when whitetails get their heads screwed on straight. They come back to their senses. And deer sightings start to dwindle. Especially in areas with few deer in the first place,...
by Jerald Kopp
I love old hunting photos. Always have. What they lack in picture quality, is more than compensated by their authenticity. They put you in that place even if you don’t know the people in them; Even if they come from a completely different part of the world. The same...
by Jerald Kopp
I sprayed down, grabbed my binoculars, backpack, and bow and quietly closed the truck door. It was mid-October and the warm humid air was changing. I hadn’t expected the mild cool front to arrive before dark. I was wrong. I made the 200-yard walk and entered the...
