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I went on my first tundra swan hunt in eastern North Carolina, just outside Tarboro, and it’s an experience I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life.
I went on my first tundra swan hunt in eastern North Carolina, just outside Tarboro, and it’s an experience I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life.
A new directive from the Trump administration has initiated a review of federally managed lands that could result in expanded access for hunters, anglers, and other outdoor recreationists. The move signals renewed emphasis on public land access as a cornerstone of wildlife management and conservation funding.
Christmas has a way of quieting the world. The woods feel still, the air feels sharper, and fires burn warmer. Most of all, Christmas calls us to slow down, gather close, and remember what truly matters.
Every mountain speaks long before danger becomes visible. The wind shifts, your legs feel different, your breathing changes, and somewhere inside your instincts whisper that you should pay attention. Global rescue reports show that in almost 94 percent of serious hiking incidents, the warnings were present. Hikers either did not recognize them or chose to ignore them.
Some training days are loud. This one was quiet. The woods held their breath, the leaves lay still, and the late afternoon light filtered through the branches in soft gold. It was the kind of calm that sharpens the senses, the kind that invites deliberate practice and unbroken focus. All we wanted was time on the ground, a rifle in the dirt, and a place to work through the fundamentals.