The Next Generation of Whitetail Hunters

 By R.G. Bernier

“Whether they come from the other side of the globe or the other side of town, America’s future hunters won’t necessarily look, think or vote like those of the past or present. As they begin venturing out into the woods, their fresh new voices will transform our dialogue about what hunting means in twenty-first century America.” — Al Cambronne, Deerland

Knowledge is Power

By Charles J. Alsheimer

As I walked into my office, I noticed the message light blinking on my phone. I hit the replay button and heard the voice of a doctor from Pennsylvania. After listening to his message, I returned his call.

HARRY BOYD - OHIO

 I’ve planted different seeds from my local coop for several years. This past year I decided to plant Whitetail Institute products. Wow, what a difference. The Winter Peas Plus were hit first and they were hammered.

Big-Woods Food Plots

By Michael Veine

The right food plots in the right places can transform a big woods property from mediocrity to a deer hunting paradise.

Quality deer hunting has different meanings to different hunters. Some believe putting a big-antlered buck on the ground defines quality, but others are mainly turned on by tasty venison, and antlers are way down the priority list. Many hunters are more concerned with aesthetics or elements of the hunt that value particular settings, equipment or techniques rather than success.

BEN HANSON - INDIANA

 We plant approximately six acres of Winter-Greens and they far surpass other companies seeds! My father and I both killed mature bucks this year. Mine was a 150-inch (photo 1)

A Labor of Love...and Payback Time


By Gerald Almy

Glancing at the white farmhouse, I wondered what my neighbors would think if they saw the commotion where I was tilling a food plot that August afternoon. The plume of dust, which rose like smoke above me, must have looked like a scene from Dante’s Inferno. And the noise from the old diesel tractor as it rattled, clattered and banged into rocks in drought-parched dirt was no doubt deafening if you didn’t have ear plugs in, like I did.

STEVE REKEDAL – Minnesota

 I own land on the Minnesota River in western Minnesota. This past fall while hunting over an Imperial Whitetail Clover food plot, I heard a soft, slow step coming through the woods. It finally came through with its head all the way to the ground in very thick buckthorn. It was a large 8-point about 20 yards from the stand.