It was the heart of the breeding season one fall when I shot a nice buck in the act of rubbing a tree. I didn’t pay much attention to this at first. But when it happened a second time, I realized that ...

Add Yahoo as a preferred source to see more of our stories on Google. Along with buck rubs, the ubiquitous and mysterious woodland scrape signals to hunters that a whitetail buck has recently passed ...

Add Yahoo as a preferred source to see more of our stories on Google. Dr. Grant Woods with a stud buck. During the whitetail pre-rut and rut, hunters should worry less about the type of weather that ...

Calling deer can be an effective way to bring bucks to your stand, even though there isn’t the same instant gratification usually associated with calling ducks or turkeys. Deer aren’t nearly as vocal ...

Add Outdoor Life (opens in a new tab) Adding us as a Preferred Source in Google by using this link indicates that you would like to see more of our content in Google News results. A heavy-racked buck ...

Whitetail deer hunting in New York covers a variety of seasons and hunting implements. Of course, like most outdoor activities, timing is everything. The time is now if you are looking to take ...

The guys were on me a bit, back in October, just before Halloween. Even interrupted their card game. “So, where’s the rut?” “Stinks out there.” “Ain’t no deer no-how.” “Might as well play golf.” And ...

Experience has taught us that the annual whitetail rut is not always the one-dimensional occurrence so often portrayed. The annual whitetail rut usually has three distinct peaks of breeding activity, ...

Buckle your safety belts, and keep your bow in hand. The time of year deer hunters dream about is upon us. The midpoint of October has come and gone, welcoming another fall. With the colorful display ...

Tabor Oman with a good buck from the Black Hills of South Dakota. Submitted photo The 2025 whitetail rut has wound down across the Midwest Region. Increasingly rare reports of a buck standing guard ...

There, blocking my way, were two spindly-legged newborn fawns. Their mother stood off to the side in the tall grass and brush, like a statue. “Great chance to get some photos,” I thought. After ...