Today I'll share one of my favorite two-man coyote hunting setups—with my decoy dog, Sage, included.

Here we are at the second week of a new year. Have you set some goals for 2013? I’m not talking about those that fall by the wayside—exercising more, texting less, losing weight, stop biting your nails, be more fiscally responsible (I wish the government would stick to that one), etc.

Many hunters across the Great Plains and Midwest just battled a deadly winter storm. I was one of them. My battle wasn’t with the storm, but with the logistics to wrap up filming on a TV show and get home before the wintry conditions stranded me. I won. Even if you were hammered by the storm, it can be a winning situation for you as well. How’s that, Kayser?

I just wrapped up a late-season whitetail hunt in Nebraska. Followers of my blog know that I'm willing to do what it takes to bring home the backstraps ... even if it means employing unconventional hunting techniques.

Christmas is sneaking up on you like a hungry mountain lion stalking an unsuspecting and rut-tired buck. Are you looking for a gift that not only creates a smile, but also offers unlimited amounts of value for the whitetail enthusiast? If so, listen up.

There are plenty of reasons it pays to hunt from a treestand. To name a few: You can see farther. Deer are less likely to see you. You have more freedom to move without getting busted. Your scent trail might be minimized at ground level. But don't just climb up and sit down.

Are you singing the post-rut blues? You know the type of blues I’m talking about … right? Does this drive you into depression? Have your buck sightings dropped to few and far between? Have your scrapes become as inactive as the lackadaisical cubicle employee down the hall?

I’m deep into a 2-month road warrior hunting trip to capture footage for TV. Extensive hunting travel requires some dedicated planning, optimistic spirit and grit. It’s not the life you want to live if you cherish a stable, comfortable home environment. You’ll be moving from bed to bed, motel to motel and lodge to lodge every few nights.

Like many of you, the first deer I ever killed was a whitetail. The reason is simple: Most of us live in whitetail country. Mule deer dominate the landscape in my current home state of Wyoming. Whitetails abound as well, but you have to hunt in the specific zones they inhabit to find success. That’s why, for the past several years, my son, Cole, has proudly tagged only mule deer. He changed that recently when I joined him briefly for a hunt during one of Wyoming’s November whitetail seasons.

Bad luck can invade a hunt anytime and anywhere. It can come in a variety of forms, including accidental meetings with the buck of your dreams (in his favor of course), hurricane-force weather, intense hunting pressure and more examples than I have space for in this blog.