
Curiosity and Hope: A Beginners’ Diary by Dan Neebes I am a new hunter. My grandfather would go away for a week every November for deer camp when I was young. He went for the comradery, to be near old friends and to be alone with himself as he held his rifle and sat motionless in a tree stand. To be completely honest, he wasn’t one for shooting the deer though. The last tag he notched was during the Bush administration, the first one. So, when I was urged to participate in Upland hunting a couple of years back by my...


