Posts by John Seginak

Last fall, on Oct. 1, 2002, I had just returned from hanging a nice doe in the local cooler and was pryin’ my rubber boots off when the phone rang. It was my good friend and fellow hunting-club member Mike Whitehead. “John, Ronald got a good one,” he said. “Great! How big is he?’ “Don’t…

I had been in my treestand for an hour, and — finally — the sky began to lighten in the east. My location was a big tulip poplar on the very edge of a thick beaver swamp. Tall privet surrounding the tree concealed my outline, and that of the portable stand. There was a food…

As I walked the two-thirds of a mile back to the tree where my portable stand was hung, it seemed as though you could see every star in the sky. It was 5:30 a.m. on Nov. 27, and about 24 degrees. I walked in slowly, as to not make any unnecessary noise, or get overheated. …