My first exposure to tree saddles came when reading the work of fellow Michigan native and bowhunter John Eberhart, who should be credited as the godfather of saddle hunting. He has an impressive ...

The swamp was the place to be. It was where all the whitetails came from, retreated to, and felt safe enough to move in daylight in the high-pressure public-land area I was hunting. But as I clanged ...