I’ve heard folks say a deer riding home on a dog box ought to feel shameful.

They’re wrong.

This buck didn’t come off a feeder.

He didn’t step out for a photo op.

He didn’t stand still.

And he sure didn’t get taken by a bumper on the highway.

He earned every inch of that dog box.

That morning started like a thousand other coastal North Carolina mornings I’ve hunted—heavy air, damp ground, pine needles slick under your boots. The kind of quiet that only sounds quiet if you don’t know what you’re listening for.

Then the dogs opened.

Not chaos. Not noise for the sake of noise.

Just honest hounds striking a real track.

That buck knew the sound.

He’d heard it before.

He’d beaten it before.

He ran hard—through briars, swamp edge, cutovers—using every trick an old coastal deer learns if he plans on getting old. He circled, crossed, doubled back. The dogs stayed steady, doing exactly what good dogs are bred to do and trained to do.

Then it came together.

I didn’t get a gift.

No standing deer.

No pause to think it over.

That rifle came up on a deer in full stride. I was carrying a scoped M4 chambered in 5.56/.223—a rifle platform I know well. I’ve carried one most of my adult life and put thousands of rounds downrange. Some at paper. Some at steel. Some at deer. Some in places and moments that demanded absolute focus.

Familiarity matters. Confidence matters. Knowing your equipment inside and out matters—especially when you’ve got seconds, not minutes, to make the right call.

Seconds matter in that moment. Judgment matters. Knowing when not to shoot matters just as much as knowing when to take it.

When I pulled the trigger, it wasn’t luck.

It was a clean shot, taken with respect—for the animal, for the dogs, and for the hunt itself.

(Maybe a little luck)

The chase ended the right way.

Quick. Clean. Final. I didn’t have to call for dog to come help me track my deer

It was laying right there where I shot it.

Now that buck rides home on the dog box.

Not for likes.

Not for arguments.

Not to impress strangers who’ve never stood where I stood.

He rides home as proof of a hunt done the hard way.

Tonight the dogs will rest.

Stories will get told.

Meat will get shared.

And lessons will get passed down—just like they always have.

That old buck didn’t lose to luck.

He lost to tradition.

To skill.

To fair chase that’s older than social media and louder than any comment section.

That’s not something I hide.

That’s something I remember.

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I didn’t tell this story to brag.

I didn’t tell it to stir folks up.

And I sure didn’t tell it to argue in comment sections.

I told it to tell the story.

Because stories matter. They’re how traditions survive when noise tries to drown them out.

My goal is simple:

to encourage folks to do this the right way.

With lawful dogs.

With fair chase.

With judgment instead of impulse.

With respect for the animal, the land, and the people who come after us.

If someone reads this and learns something—good.

If a young hunter reads it and understands why familiarity and discipline matter—better.

If it reminds an old hunter why we were taught to do it this way in the first place—best of all.

This isn’t about proving anything.

It’s about preserving something.

Because when we stop telling the story, somebody else will tell it for us—and they won’t tell it right.

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How the Public Hunts Began

by Christopher Todd Edwards – TicBite NC

We launched the public hunts because people kept asking if they could come hunt with us — folks from Maine, Missouri, and all across the country. They didn’t want trophies or drama.

They just wanted a real chance to experience hound hunting the right way.

From day one, the mission was simple:

Give people an honest, ethical, first-hand experience of hunting with hounds.

Back in 2023, after the wreck that nearly killed me, I couldn’t run these events like I used to.

But the houndsman community stepped in without hesitation.

Kenny kept the mission alive, running hunts at Angola and Holly Shelter in my absence.

Dayna and her crew at the Sandhills have been phenomenal all year — welcoming new hunters, teaching them the right way, and giving people an experience they never would have had otherwise.

And we can’t forget James, who has sponsored the Bertie Gamelands hunt for four straight years.

That trip has become its own tradition: good people, good memories, and always done the right way.

Now we’re preparing for Public Hunt #19 — and we’re proud of every single one that came before it.

Thanks for listening.

If you enjoyed the podcast, consider giving us a like and subscribing. It’s free — and it helps us keep the mission alive

Folks come to our page and want to complain about things, and that’s fine. We however, want to respond to your complaints. I got a little bit rambling in this podcast today, but there’s good stuff in there. It was recorded live and it’s unedited enjoy.

A summary of the FOIA request we performed earlier in the year.

This one is “read” by the computer.

Sample of my audio book

Sample of my audio book

This is a sample of my audio book

Join us as we explore the Houndsman Code and a late season deer hunt with dogs.