Many male friends have told me how lucky I am to have a wife who understands and enjoys hunting. Judge my "luck" for yourself.

Many hunters scorn exotic game animals on grounds that they’re not “sporting,” meaning, I suppose that they’re too tame to be a real challenge. It may be true of some exotics, but definitely not all.

For 22 years, through Y2K, my wife and I owned Los Cuernos Ranch down on the border near Laredo in Webb County. A lot of interesting critters lived there, the most fascinating of which was a whitetail buck named (naturally) Bucky.

Bucky was a tame/wild whitetail buck who, when he felt like it, inhabited my ranch on the Tex-Mex border. When he felt like it, he also inhabited at least two other adjacent ranches.

Reprinted for Houston Safari Club Hunter's Horn; Summer 2020 - After a quarter century of whitetail hunting, the author’s wife was rewarded with the buck of a lifetime. Her name is Jeannie. We called the deer “the early buck” because our only sightings of him in two seasons had been very early in the morning. Both times he’d appeared in the gray dawn near our camp house...

Preaching, owning a cat, joining a nudist colony, and teaching your wife to shoot are all activities requiring a durable and deep-bottomed ego. I don't know much about the first three, but I am a brass-bound, pluperfect expert at the last-mentioned!