Hunting Articles

I’ve been part of a moose hunting area since I was six years old. My dad and his buddy Bill Lynch had a makeshift hunting and fishing camp. It was nothing fancy—just plywood walls and a tarp roof—so it stayed inside the rules of “it’s just a tent camp.” They couldn’t buy land or get building permits back then, so this was the workaround. I used that camp for the next twelve years until one May long weekend when we boated in and found it burnt to the ground. Someone who consid

Out here in the wilds of North Central British Columbia, nothing gets my blood pumping like a good goat hunt. It’s one of my all-time favorites—not just for the success potential, but because it’s straight-up extreme, a challenge for the mind and body. Mountain goats love hanging out on sheer cliffs and impossible slopes. Getting to them means clawing your way through terrain that’d make will clearly leave a mark. But that’s the thrill, it tests you, and you come out tougher.

If you’ve been hunting long enough, you’ve probably run into one of these guys. On the surface, the obnoxious hunter seems like a solid guy—family man, clean-cut, talks a big game about everything from sports to hunting. Over time, you and your regular hunting buddies might decide to give him a shot at joining the “big hunting trip.” This is the trip you take time off work for, the one where you’ve honed a private, prime spot for the game you’re after. You know the area like

Sunday Drives: Cherished Memories with My Dad Some of my fondest memories are of Sunday drives with my dad. During hunting season, it was usually just the two of us, but when hunting season was over, the whole family—Mom, Dad, my sister, and I—would pile into the car. The day would start with church in the morning. Afterward, we’d grab a bite at McDonald’s or Dairy Queen and hit the road. My dad was a realtor at the time, and we didn’t have a truck back then—just cars and lat

My first Caribou hunt….. many, many years ago. My first caribou hunt was a wild adventure that taught me as much about hunting as it did about patience and respect for the land. None of us—me, Jerry, or Justin—had hunted caribou before, so preparing was both exciting and daunting. We pored over maps and followed word-of-mouth tips, finally settling on a spot north of a mine in the rugged hills of North Central British Columbia. covered my friends face to protect as he may not

Every experienced moose hunter has their own tried-and-true methods, shaped by the terrain, time of year, and how they get around—whether by boat, vehicle, or on foot. The rut, for instance, might call for a different approach than early or late season hunts. But no matter where or when you’re hunting, a few universal truths can set beginners up for success. Here’s what I’ve learned from years in the wilds of North Central British Columbia.: • Mind Your Scent: Scent control i

Living in North Central British Columbia, we’re lucky to experience four distinct seasons, each bringing its own adventures. As we bid farewell to summer, we’re excited to dive into hunting and trapping this year. This summer was a wild ride. We had mostly rain until mid-August, then a major heatwave hit, turning the skies clear and blazing hot. A few wildfires sparked, casting a smoky haze, but the nighttime humidity has kept things in check. Now, with fall just around the c