“Come to think of it, we are all killers or accomplices,” Gennady Soloviev says as he works an ermine pelt. Meanwhile, I am sitting on my couch in South Texas watching Werner Herzog’s documentary, “Happy People”, marinating in a little frustration after another unkind comment on one of my hunting posts on social media. Unfortunately, hate for hunters is pretty common online, and it’s something I’m still adjusting to on my social media pages.
Tag Archives: Deer Season
Easy Roast Venison Shoulder
This is one of my favorite recipes! It takes one of the toughest parts of the animal and turns it into a delightfully tender roast that will literally fall off the bone.
Archery Season… 2024?
Ever since I got into hunting, I had dreams of stalking through the woods with my compound bow, silently following a stealthy giant and hoping to make it close enough for a good shot. Well, I’m tired of making excuses and am ready to make something happen!
2022 Deer Season Recap
Across the board with my online connections around North America, this was an unusually tough year for whitetail deer season. What happened?!
And With That, the 2022 Season Comes to an End
It’s been such a wild year for me, and I can’t believe how much my life has changed (for the better!). Here are just a few highlights!
Breaking the Pattern
A tiny knot of uncertainty curled in my stomach as we neared the gray stand. I had passed on a potentially legal buck the night before and a legal doe hoping to see something this morning. Deer were never guaranteed at the family ranch, and my desire to prolong our hunting weekend might just backfire.
The Rain and the Rut
Because of my work and ballet schedule, this would be my only chance to hunt at the family ranch this fall. I felt my time slipping away as the rain pelted the roof even harder.
First Blood: Part 3
I had taken a life. And I didn’t know how I felt about it.
First Blood: Part 2
After that first hunt, I had weathered crawling through the mud, sitting in the dirt, and waiting in the chilly September rain of West Virginia. And for some reason, I was desperate to do it all again.
First Blood: Part 1
I didn’t like doing stuff outside. Ever. I grew up wearing pink satin, sequins, rhinestones, fluffy tulle, and shiny pointe shoes inside a very nicely climate controlled and clean dance studio. When I wasn’t doing ballet, I was curled up somewhere with a book inside.
Jess and the Outdoors 