Some 45 years ago, I took up the sport of archery and I’ve been bitten by the bug ever since.  Early on, I dreamt of taking large and dangerous game with a bow.  I devoured the writings of famous archers who had been successful in taking dangerous game like, Art Young, Saxton Pope, Howard Hill, Bob Swinehart, Fred Bear, Ben Person, and Bill Negly.  Naturally, their writings continued to fan the flames of desire on my part.  However, it takes money to actually realize these dreams and it was not until later in life that I was able to salt away enough capital to consider scratching this itch that had plagued me for years.  In a way, I am glad that I was forced to bide my time, since aside from money, one must have the right mental attitude as well as  hunting proficiency to tackle dangerous game with a bow.  Now that I have some of these experiences behind me, I can say that I’ve learned a few lessons.  In the way of a pay back to the sport that has meant so much to me, I would like to pass along my experiences.  Hopefully, these experiences will stimulate other bow hunters to take up the challenge.

While I love to hunt large predators and have taken Leopard, Lion, Jaguar, Mountain Lion, and bears with my bow; I consider the bovine species to be the biggest challenge for bow hunters.  I rate this as the biggest challenge not because they are more cunning or more dangerous, but mainly because of their size and bone structure.  I’ve never shot a big bore rifle in my life so I can only relate what I have read and heard from rifle hunters on the subject. They seem to have big concerns about bullet velocity and bullet mass as well as bullet construction.  You can well imagine the additional concerns when dealing with a arrow that reaches a mere 200 feet per second (my setup is a longbow that only casts a 900 grain arrow at 185 feet per second).  With the advent of compound bows, bow hunters have been able to increase arrow speed and resulting kinetic energy.  However, even these compound bows have there limitations and the real “hot” bows available today have a hard time shooting a heavy arrow (over 700 grains) much more than 260 feet per second.  In my opinion the biggest asset in bow hunting is being able to get close to the game. By close, I mean less than 15 meters. At this range, the hunter can effectively concentrate on exact placement of the arrow. No range finder or sights are required at less than 15 meters and the hunter can now think about hitting the heart instead of thinking about a lung hit. An arrow placed in the “arm pit” will do a lethal job even with as little as 20 inches of penetration.


My bow hunting journey for big bovines started with a hunt for Musk Ox inside of the Arctic Circle. Even though I don’t place the Musk Ox in the danger category of a Cape Buff, hunting this animal presents some real challenges for the bow hunter. None the least of which is how to shot a bow at 20-30 degrees below zero F, with all those clothes on? I found it necessary to strip down to shoot and get back into your clothes again before frost bite settles in. This hunt brought home my first lesson on arrow mass. I packed aluminum arrows with coffee grounds in order to get the maximum weight in my arrows. The result was a complete pass through even after a direct hit on a far side rib bone.  At least I had proven to myself that an arrow, shot by ME, could actually take a large bovine.  It’s funny how life’s experiences can lead to that all important “confidence” for what will follow.

My next bovine challenge was to be the Water Buffalo in Argentina. While this buff is larger than the Cape Buff, I do not consider its “attitude” to be as serious. This was to be my proving grounds for a later attempt at the Cape Buff.  Although I was able to achieve a one shot kill with this Water Buffalo, I learned some sobering facts.  After the bull was down, I decided to try some penetration tests with different equipment. When I hit a rib bone head on with a heavy (875 grain) arrow shot from an 80 lb. longbow, I was not able to get enough penetration to pass through the bone!  This is when I decided that hitting the heart was the key to taking a large boned animal with a bow. For me, this meant getting very close, hopefully less than 10 meters and it would require waiting for the buff to extend its foreleg enough to open a path to the heart.


So, with that information firmly placed between my ears, I sought a knowledgeable PH that would help me realize my long time dream of taking a Cape buffalo with my longbow.  This opportunity came quite unexpectedly when I successfully completed a Lion hunt after only 5 days (on a scheduled 14 day safari).  I began to call around for a PH who had time available (it was late in the season) to take a bow hunter for leopard and buffalo.  I was lucky enough to be introduced to Sandy McDonald of McDonald Pro-Hunting.  Sandy loved cat hunting as much as I did and he had a great reputation as an excellent leopard hunter.  So, while Sandy worked on leopard baits, he assigned another PH, Ernest Dyason, as my buffalo mentor.  I struck up an early friendship with Ernest and his tracker, William (who has sadly passed away last year). Ernest was keen on shooting a bow and he quickly caught on to the sport by experimenting with my spare bow. Some of the most fun I can remember in the field was shooting Rhinos with rubber blunts. Earnest and I spent two days chasing Rhinos (and occasionally visa-versa).

It was decided that the best opportunity for this buffalo hunt would be on a sugar cane plantation just across the Crocodile River not far from the town of Hectorsprut, RSA.

Evidently, the buffalo where crossing the river on a regular run into the sugar cane fields.  I soon figured out the wisdom of Ernest’s  “mock hunt” for Rhinos.  This had given me the practice of slipping up close on dangerous game and taught me their reaction to an arrow hit.  We spent two days just getting close to buffalo for the purpose of photographing only.  This taught me how to stalk in close and I was comforted to note that these buffalo will not “charge on sight” but will run away at the first indication of a human. At least that was my experience when approaching a herd of buffalo.  I was later to learn that single “dagga bulls” were a bit less predictable. But that is another story.

Wouldn’t you know that the day I decided to take a bow instead of a camera, the buffalo were harder to find and much less cooperative? Murphy’s Law always seems to apply when hunting.  After three days of blowing stalks and spooking every buffalo I found, we were dejectedly walking back to the Land Rover when we heard the thundering of hooves once more.  However, this time the buffalo were coming towards us instead of away from us.  Before I had time to process this new information, a small group of buffalo suddenly appeared in a clearing right in from of us!  Ernest grabbed my arm and pointed out the biggest bull.  His words were “take him”!  In the rush of adrenaline I got off a quick shot. Did I remember all the lessons I learned about getting less than 15 meters and aiming for the heart only? – Of course not!  I shot with reflex action only and the results showed my error. The actual yardage was more like 30 meters and my heavy arrow dropped low hitting the bull high in the front leg.  The only good thing was that the bull was loosing lots of blood and I was hoping that William could follow the spore.  When am I ever going to learn that these trackers can follow an ant in a dust storm?  The race was on and I was to witness many amazing things during the next three hours. Watching William placing his hand in every pile of buffalo dung he found in order to feel the warmth and assure himself that he was on the correct track, was something to see.  Then we caught up to the heard and watched as the whole heard turned on the bull that was loosing blood. A huge fight occurred. I was later to learn that this was an instinctive measure used to rid the heard of the predator attracting blood.  To make a long story short, good professional maneuvering placed me into position for a second shot. This time I had my act together and placed the arrow where I should have put it the first time. After an obligatory waiting period (exactly 45 minutes), we did the logical thing- We sent William in to sort out the situation!  I’m here to tell you that they don’t pay these guys enough money to do what they do.  William found the bull that was lying down in the bush, facing his back trail. We couldn’t determine if he was dead or alive and Ernest made the hard (and correct) decision to put a lead pellet up his nose.  He didn’t twitch, so we assume he was already dead.  However, there is a lesson here for all bow hunters who go in the field for dangerous game- Be advised that the PH’s decision is final and not to disagree.  If not for your own safety, keep in mind that there are other lives that might be endangered as well. All in all, it was a wonderful experience that I wouldn’t trade for the world.


I recently returned from a Water Buffalo hunt the Northern Territory of Australia.  I place this experience right up there with the Cape buffalo hunt.  These Aussey bulls are every bit as cantankerous as the Cape and 25% bigger.  This time I finally stuck with my game plan and passed up several shots in order to get less than 15 meters, wait until the front leg was extended, and placed a 1050 grain wooden arrow directly in the buff’s heart.  The results were as expected.  The bull was down for the count within two minuets and only 60 meters away.  There is nothing more pleasing to my ear than hearing the “death bawl” of that buff and knowing that it finally all came together.


During my first African safari I was warned about being mesmerized by Africa and that one could not make just one safari to Africa.  After 13 safaris to the continent, I decided to just give up the fight and move to Africa. I rationalized that I could actually build a home for all the airline tickets I was buying for me and my wife.  So, I’m proud to say that we just completed our home in Pietersburg (Polokwane), South Africa and plan to spend 6 month per year there, once I retire.  There are definitely some more buffalo out there with my name on them!

Guide to the Longbow: Tips, Advice, and History for Target Shooting and Hunting

New book by Brian Sorrells (Text from Stackpole books)

“Brian Sorrells covers a remarkable amount of ground in this concise yet comprehensive examination of the longbow. It’s all there, from history to bow design to shooting. This book should be required reading for anyone needing an initial introduction to the longbow, but experienced longbow enthusiasts will learn from it too. The book’s real strength lies in Sorrells’s ability to explain the practicalities of the longbow without compromising its romantic tradition.”–E. Donnall Thomas Jr., Co-Editor, Traditional Bowhunter Magazine

“I have read and enjoyed every word of Brian Sorrells’s Guide to the Longbow. Here is an experienced and successful archer and bowhunter who not only knows the ropes of his chosen pastime top to bottom, but relays his wealth of information in clean, entertaining prose. I sure wish I’d had this book when I first took up archery nearly sixty years ago.”–David Petersen, author of Going Trad

Advice on all aspects of selecting and shooting a longbow, including buying custom and choosing arrows.


  • Learn proper shooting form and tips for improving accuracy
  • Exercises to develop strong technique for target and stump shooting, 3D archery, and hunting
  • Explores the history of the longbow as well as its modern appeal





Available at Stackpole books 

Speedtest Dryad ACS recurve limbs

Some weeks ago we were testing some bows and the news, for us, Dryad ACS-RC recurve limbs. The gains in performance with this style of limbs are very interesting for hunters and shooters.


Testing was not very scientific, only some friends shooting and playing with the chrono. All shoots were done by the same shooter. The speed results are below the weight of each arrow



 425 GR  450 GR  656 GR 495 GR  550 GR
DRYAD ILF 17″ 53#@28 204 196 173 188 180
DRYAD ORION 45#@28 183 185 161 176 174
BEAR KUSTOM KODIAK 60#@28 190 189 162 178 173
HOYT BUFFALO  45#@29 167 168 144 160 154
HOYT BUFFALO 55#@29 186 187 161 173 168
DIY riser 62″ BLACKMAX 50″@28 187 184 158 176 170
W&W RCX 17″ limbs G3 51#@28 181 180 158 173 170
DRYAD ILF 14″ with
EPIC LONGBOW  limbs 61#@28 194 196 169 188 175




About speed, yes, as trad hunters we are not concerned about this, until you see that the speed of one 45# is very close to one 60#…15 pounds less are a lot, are you more accurate with 45# or 60# ?

A Guide to Broadhead Sharpening DVD

A new DVD about broadhead sharpenning by Gary and Connie Renfro, populars bowhunters

All the info from 3Rivers Archery

Every hunter is looking for that extra edge for hunting season. This DVD shows you how to get and keep that edge with super sharp broadheads!

Gary and Connie Renfro show you how to get and maintain an extra sharp edge on your broadheads using a variety of modern and time-tested methods. From straight edges to 3-blade broadheads to mechanical broadheads, and everything in between, you’ll learn a variety of methods using a variety of sharpeners and tools.

Over 1 hour and 30 minutes of information, instruction, demonstrations, and insights. A Guide to Broadhead Sharpening is a must-view before getting ready for the hunt!

Includes tips on how to use:

  • Carbide Sharpeners
  • Hand Filling Methods
  • Motorized Methods
  • Angled Sharpeners
  • Knife Style Sharpeners

Learn how to sharpen:

  • Radius Edges
  • Straight Edges
  • Concave Edges
  • Single Bevel
  • Double Bevel
  • 3-Blade Broadheads
  • Mechanical Broadheads

Approximately 90 minutes.

When Hunting Became Shooting By Gene Wensel


Since I became an official senior citizen, I’ve been accused several times of teetering somewhere between senility and wisdom. Someone now has to push almost seventy candles into my annual cake. I remember when camo was only available in military issue or red and black checkered shirts; when deer camps all smelled like Hoppe’s #9; when four wheel drive vehicles were all Jeeps; when the color blaze orange had not yet been invented. There were no ATVs… snowmobiles. Snowshoes and treestands were all made out of wood. Luggage and bows did not have wheels. Boys built slingshots. Kids caught night crawlers and sold them with the help of a sign in the front yard. We played “Cowboys and Injuns,” constructed “forts,” both underground and up in trees. We had BB guns, shot tweety birds stone dead without eating them, did daily chores unpaid and rode bikes without helmets. We carried “milk money” to school every day. Boys fought without knives, and in our hearts we knew that all girls had “cooties.”

When I was still a teenager, I visited the Orvis rod plant in Manchester, Vermont. From a rack in the front of their factory store, I lovingly fondled a featherweight split bamboo cane fly rod. It was only 5 feet long (much shorter than most fly rods) and was made for a 5 weight line…. perfect for many of Vermont’s small trout streams. It wore an all cork handle and a reel seat of simple split rings. If I remember right, it weighed a mere 1 7/8 oz. It was a supreme example of artistic elegance and pure class. I wanted it very much, but the price tag on it said exactly $100, way more than I had to my name. Today that same rod sells for well over $2000.

Prices have changed. Times have changed. People have changed. Society has changed. We are now several generations removed from the farm but still need to grow things. Half a century ago, the term “politically correct’ was nonexistent. “Boy scout” has taken on a whole new meaning, if you get my drift. Today’s youngsters spend all their free time in front of television sets, computers or at malls instead of out in the woods. Kids feel naked without their very own cell phone within reach. People previously known as “whippersnappers” now play violent video games or watch television when not texting or talking on their phones. Teens quit doing chores for under $50 an hour. They also carry charge cards. They don’t walk anywhere they can ride.

No more roving lawn mower or snow shoveling jobs are solicited. Boys wear earrings and necklaces. Girls get boy’s names tattooed onto various body parts. Our “Commander in Chief” thinks he’s an emperor but looks and acts more like Steve Urkel than John Wayne or General George Patton. You get the picture….. Our wind figuratively changed when hunting became an industry. In my opinion, it all started when television stole much of our free time. Interest in the “Big Three” hunting magazines soon waned. Television was King!

So was Elvis. We had to endure live action bowling. Ed Sullivan offered us not only Elvis and the Beatles, but special talent acts like a guy spinning dinner plates on under-spined arrow shafts. We had Howdy Doody and a talking horse named Mr. Ed. I even watched Lassie right up until the episode where the kid got his foot caught in a huge bear trap, then sent his loyal dog rushing back to the barn with instructions to bring back a C-clamp. A dog smart enough to fetch a C-clamp? Gimme a break. Television went through understandable growing pains. Then about twenty years ago, actual hunting shows were born, finding an uncomfortable niche right alongside Star Wars, horror films, I Love Lucy re-runs, fifty new sit-coms and soft porn.

Never again did we have to watch Ozzie Nelson walk around his own home wearing a suit and tie when he had no apparent job. Mr. Ed went to the glue factory. Howdy Doody came down with mildew or dry rot, I’m not sure which, but the painted freckles fell off his face. Today we’re offered full season, weekly TV episodes about people who catch turtles for a living, “exterminators” who don’t kill much except insects, gator hunters who seemingly talk with marbles in their mouths to the point TV producers have to subtitle whatever they say as if they’re speaking in a foreign language. The hunt for Bigfoot continues. One of these days sasquatch hunters might consider leaving a bunch of trail cameras out for more than a few days at a time.

On the TV menu are weekly shows about driving trucks on icy roads, logging, towing vehicles, raising little girls with double chins, the trials and tribulations of “Little People,” the fine art of junk picking and hoarding at it’s worst. Five year old girls are painted up for beauty contests. We’re even treated to one about the perils of being a meter maid. Drama choices are endless! Had enough? Apparently not yet. With hunting shows, celebrities seemingly came out of nowhere, all jockeying not for entertainment or educational value, but for pole positions of name recognition among their peers, potential sponsors and new followers.

Our attention and interest were tested with lots of whispering, poorly hidden commercials, bad acting by people trying to be funny, and shameless, even embarrassing, high five whooping and hollering rants. It didn’t take long to realize far too many celebrity hosts and guest hunters have a very hard time differentiating love from lust. Television hunting shows made hunting look easy, programming youngsters to expect success without ever really earning it and getting quickly frustrated when “it” didn’t happen soon enough.

Commercialized gadgets were invented and promoted to eliminate much of the process. Hunters became “athletes.” Hunting became a “team sport.” People right out of puberty decided to go “Pro,” with deadly intentions but foggy direction, skipping any degree of apprenticeship or woodsmanship skills along the way. I continue to see six year old kids posing their best “bad ass” faces for hero photos. Kids young enough to wear pajamas with the feet attached are regularly seen posing behind trophy bucks. Youngsters who still get a lollipop whenever they sleep dry are shooting big game. Deer are now “whacked,” “popped,” or “smoked” from long ranges. Arrows became “meat missiles,” while bullets became “pills.” Just this morning I saw a photo of a bowhunter posing with his dead critter. On the horizontal rib cage of his prize sat an open can of beer. The words “awesome” and “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” have risen to far more than standard verbiage.

With the “help” of television celebrities, who often seem to think of themselves as somehow very special, hunting slowly but surely lost it’s romance. Our “music” increased in tempo but lost it’s rhythm. Many hunters don’t even get into the woods anymore. There is no story attached to 90% of the deer killed on television these days. “Just put me in a good spot” is all they expect. Traditional deer camps were sold…. or only used for poker, booze, smoking, or to test drive new girlfriends.

Hunting became shooting. “Bows” that look more like James Bond tools came to be known as “weapons.” Instead of trying to get as close as possible to big game, the challenge evolved to how far away one could “whack” a deer with either bows or guns….it didn’t really matter. Just last night I watched a celebrity bowhunter “whack” his “biggest buck ever” (home grown to boot) from 56 yards. That buck deserved better. Primitive black powder firearms grew into nothing more than single shot rifles without the brass, using pellets rather than powder, big scopes, thumbhole stocks, bipods, etc. I even saw a muzzleloader dude carrying two of them in case he needed a second shot! I made a mental note to myself: “There could be a market out there for double barreled muzzleloaders….maybe even repeaters.”

Pre and extended primitive “weapons” big game seasons, those fought hard for and established by none other than our bowhunting pioneers, were quickly infiltrated by hundreds of thousands of opportunists simply looking for an easier way to fill their entitled “extra” tags. “Hunting” shows often display sniper talent. Now, before someone takes a bead on me, I want to admit I’ve always admired and respected long range shooting skills of snipers. I’ve bought and read stuff by and about guys like Carlos Hathcock, Chris Kyle, Simo Hayha, etc. But, when hunting is confused with long range shooting, one can’t help but realize sniper talent often emerges as little more than superb target shooting at live targets. Again, no disrespect to long range sniper skills, but in my opinion, anything over 400 yards is a whole lot more about shooting than hunting. The only real hunting part is spotting the animal from afar and stalking or crawling into position to set up for the shot. I might also mention here that I am an NRA “Lifer,” and by no means an anti-gun person whatsoever.

Back in the “Golden Age” of deer hunting, many if not most deer were killed with open sighted .30-30s. I once commented to my dad that a seemingly higher percentage of big bucks were taken in “the good old days,” even though total deer numbers were not nearly as high in that era. Dad pointed out the biggest reason was possibly because most hunters used open sights. Few carried, nor could afford, binoculars or scopes. Since shooting doe deer was not cool in those days, spikes and forkhorns with small antlers were not easily identified as bucks from long range, and so were not shot at. Huh….

In long range shooting, with either gun or bow, the absolutely necessary and noble relationship between predator and prey is remarkably reduced or even eliminated. From greater distances, a game animal’s ability to even be aware of a hunter by way of their normal senses is reduced to all but worthless levels. Because of that fact, there is no longer any real connection with the animal, and therefore not much of a hunt. Elevated “shooting houses” set up on the edges of food plots are correctly named.

Many, if not most, modern hunters are opportunists. Fred Bear himself put that philosophy into motion with his “two season hunter” concept, which in truth was little more than a shrewd marketing plan, at least at the time. Most opportunists are essentially the definition of the word. They choose expediency over basic principles. A big problem surfaces when opportunists sacrifice principles. Opportunists not only despise failure, but most cannot handle it. They dislike eating tag soup, preferring to kill their game “the easiest legal way.” Going home with no blood on their hands apparently leaves a bad taste in their mouths.

Most opportunists don’t belong to much of anything, because many are simply users who don’t really care. There is a big difference in having an interest in something and being passionate enough about anything to really care. Hunters need to encourage and embrace the challenge instead of the “kill at all costs” attitude. Risking an unfilled tag will require re-education of the general public to the sweetness of maybe accomplishing things a harder way, which is often also a simpler way. It becomes a values thing. Slipping the crossbow mentality and justification into archery seasons under the disguise of it being a “more efficient weapon” (there’s that weapon word again) is little more than an opportunist’s excuse and a money driven marketing ploy. I had a hard time not laughing when an able-bodied neighbor of my brother lobbed off two of his fingers the very first time he took a shot at a nice buck with his new crossbow.

True disabilities aside, there is simply no reason to allow crossbows outside of gun seasons. When states dump the truly physically impaired requisite, we end up with 90% being mere opportunists. Once again, our biggest problem comes along when these opportunists sacrifice principles. Our deep outdoor passion should never be thought of as any sort of “entitlement,” which unfortunately is the way the majority of users interpret things today. In reality, opportunists might have efficiency, but they display very little class. Using bows and arrows at ultra close range puts the hunt in hunting. Was a big buck shot from a vehicle hunted or simply shot? Was he an accomplishment to be proud of or closer to nothing but a victim? In truth, many “sport hunters” have little or no desire (or time) to honestly engage an animal up close and personal, instead following the simplistic philosophy that getting a job done the quickest, easiest way is the best way.

This last sentence in itself is a sad reminder that the hunting process has been watered down to pathetic levels. We need to get back into the woods! Shortening the learning curve that comes as a part of any apprenticeship is not the answer. Hunting needs to once again become a “values” issue, accepting challenges but not pushing past them. Extending one’s personal range limits quickly takes our passion from the level of a challenge to that of a stunt, often justified solely by the fact they saw someone on TV pull it off once. Respect for wildlife continues to diminish. Deer are not targets. We are not at war with wildlife. Product names need not imply death, destruction, fury, evil, or hatred.

Who could have predicted egotistical hunting celebrities would someday show up in tour buses and pickup trucks that look more like they belong in a parade? Who would have guessed that hunting celebrities would make statements like, “I wouldn’t think of going hunting without wearing Brand X camo.” Who “woulda thunk” broadheads would sell for $40 each and the hunting industry would get to where breast implants would become a deductible business expense? Hunting, our beloved passion, needs to be redefined and fixed…reborn if you will.

For those not aware of by now, PBS has a brand new official “Preservation of Bowhunting Committee” to implicate and connect more real bowhunters with serious yet passionate people who already belong to PBS. I’m excited about this. Members of the Professional Bowhunters Society are among a very unique group, self-limiting their standards in equipment, techniques and values by their own free will. Their hearts, as well as their values, are in the right place. Self imposed rules of conduct can and should be shared, shown, and encouraged by wise, strong-willed people with good values. As things play out now, right or wrong is too often cast aside during the process of interpretation. It has always fascinated me how flyfishermen can smoothly pull off crusading their passion and beliefs with mass acceptance. They have their very own organizations, seasons, stretches of water, their own magazines, TV shows, mail order catalogs, outfitters, etc. without seemingly offending other fishermen using bait, spinning rods or high tech gear.

They express and even flaunt class right before the eyes of gill crushers with minimal opposition. How can they do that? One of the reasons is that fishing can be a non-consumptive catch and release pastime, while death is a part of hunting that cannot be avoided nor denied quite as easily. I can’t help but ask myself why high-tech hunters, once they “master” their hunting tools, don’t naturally and instinctively realize such and revert to increasing personal challenge levels one way or another rather than pushing onward.

PBS will regain our identity only by embracing the journey…. selling the process rather than the product. There is nothing wrong with intensity, but we must express love of the hunt rather than lust for the hunt! Admitting and agreeing that there is in fact a problem that clear thinking could help is a step in the right direction, even if addressed one hunter at a time. If you haven’t read or contributed to the multiple posted threads concerning the future of PBS as a voice to be heard, by all means join the conversation with opinions and ideas on our website.

PBS is in the process of putting together a short film about our philosophies. Your help will be appreciated in any capacity. What the Montana Bowhunters Association has put together will give you an idea of a similar vision for and about PBS. I invite you to view the MBA’s video at Those in our circle have been talking about the dilemmas within modern hunting practices and the truth that there is a need to do something about them, but until now, the answers have been unclear. Translating these tasks to actions will be our biggest new challenge. We need to educate the masses to realize that at least right now, more of them are guilty than innocent.

In truth, this opinion article you are reading would never be seen published in any mainstream outdoor media because it would piss off multiple advertisers enough for them to jump ship. When principles face profits, the outcome is seldom positive. Outdoor media needs to first recognize the fact that currently they are part of the problem more than the solution.

PBS is a very unique group, one you should be proud of. It is not for everyone, but each of us reading these words know people who should belong to this organization but don’t. Our future is looking bright once again, mostly because it’s time to put the hunt back in hunting. Pass the word!