Posts filed under: Sacred Hunter

Thanksgiving means a lot of things to a lot of people. For most of us it’s about family and expressing gratitude for our blessings. For some those blessings are simply...
The space between duck and deer season leaves me wanting to wrap myself up in a cozy blanket in front of the outdoor fire pit, sipping a glass of merlot...
My duck-hunting partner, John, hunkers down in the corner of the blind, savoring a cup of hot espresso from his aged thermos. I can smell the sweet smoky fragrance, and...
Bradley Carleton describes his love of duck hunting and the sacred nature of the sport...
Bradley Carleton is executive director of Sacred Hunter.org, a nonprofit that seeks to educate the public on the spiritual connection of man to nature and raises funds for Traditions Outdoor...
Bradley Carleton | Contributor The garden is in and the first sprouts of radishes have poked their curious green leaves out of the fertile soil. Tonight my wife, Katie, and...
Bradley Carleton | Contributor I once knew a man who introduced me to myself. His name was Tony. He owned a buffalo farm here in Charlotte and a chain of...
Bradley Carleton | Contributor It’s human instinct to take advantage of things in life that help nurture, sustain, enrich or simplify our lives. There are so many ways of taking...
Bradley Carleton | Contributor It’s the time of year that many of us examine our balance sheets and seeks to claim losses to offset our gains that we’ve seen in...
Bradley Carleton | Contributor Ice fishing is not just for rednecks anymore. Put away those stereotypes of tobacco chewing, cussing, Bud-swilling archetypes and take another look at this traditional winter...
Bradley Carleton | Contributor Late season diver duck hunting is not for the faint of heart. It is wrought with danger, and a calculating mind will be well prepared for...
Bradley Carleton | Contributor As we slide into the holiday months of November and December, let’s remember to take the time to be thankful for the bounty and freedom we...
Bradley Carleton | Contributor The old green Mansfield canoe glides silently through the bay, its bow pointing toward the narrow ribbon of moonlight reflecting on the water. Reeds brush gently...
He stood in the field, just over a hump, where only half of his body was visible. He seemed as if he was aware of his surroundings and, in a...
I’ll be the first to admit that I am not an accomplished bass fisherman. I know that the intense explosion of a largemouth on a popper in the weeds is...
Summiting a small hill east of Snake Mountain, I spot them in the distance. The elusive, magical wild asparagus. I slow down and check my rearview mirror for interlopers. I...
My gun comes up to my shoulder, and I begin to breathe in measured cadence. In through the nose, out through the mouth. My heart beats wildly in my chest....
A few months ago I had a quarrel with a dear friend over something so petty (at the time it seemed to emphasize our inescapable differences) that it tore us...
Reflection on this winter and how the strange weather affects fishing....
One second later, I had a bite. On the second bite I lifted my 24-inch ultra lite ice rod quickly and the fish was hooked. I reeled him up and,...