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Introducing Doak Worley

Doak Worley and Cory Glauner have now teamed up to bring you one of the most powerful and efficient hunting and fishing booking agency in the industry. Cory brings with him the best networking and technical skills in the business as well as a passion for the outdoors and experience as an outfitter himself. Doak brings age and experience and a passion for hunting and fishing. He has hunted all over the world and owns a very successful marketing company.

Our promise to you is to give you the best outdoor experience possible based on your particular wants and needs. We will match you up with an outfitter that will give you the most enjoyable experience possible.

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You have all known Cory for quite some time now. This post is to introduce me, Doak Worley. I was born in Farmington, New Mexico in 1956 and baited my first hook at age 4. I have been in the field hunting since I was 6, and I killed my first deer at 8. I had 40 deer under my belt by the time I graduated in 1974. I barely graduated because of my passion for the outdoors. I have been self employed for the past 35 years and I live, sleep, eat and dream Africa. So this partnership just makes sense.

I think every red-blooded American male has dreamed of going to Africa. So why don’t they go? Is it to expensive? No, it’s about the price of a good whitetail hunt. Is it dangerous? No, it’s safer than climbing your tree stand. In South Africa you’re not going to get eaten by a lion, and the whole country is Malaria free. Is it hard to get my rifle or bow in the country? Not really. We supply all the forms you need and help you with the process and always have a team member meet you at the airport to help you get through customs. You can even take your family with you. There are lots of activities for them as well. So why do most hunters never travel to Africa? I think they are afraid of the unknown. They just don’t know what to expect. They just want someone they know and trust to lead the way. That’s why we are personally escorting three hunts to South Africa in 2010.

• The first hunt will be a 7 day Rifle hunt to the Limpopo province in South Africa for a group 8 hunters starting May 6th. This is a 5 animal hunt for around $4,500. This is an all inclusive hunt (excluding air and tip).
• The second hunt is a 10 day bow hunt for 5 animals and has a cost of around $6,000 (excluding air and tip) for a group of 6 hunters starting May 13th.
• The Third hunt is a combo rifle and bow package and is a 7 day hunt. It includes 5 animals and has a cost of around $5,000 starting May 23rd.

*Any of the packages can have animals added and the additional charge will be from the trophy price list on our web site.

Check out these packages on our web site, and if you would be interested in joining Cory and myself in South Africa in 2010 Contact me.

Look for next weeks blog with the story and photos from my hunt in South Africa last May.

See the original article at GotHunts.com

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December’s “Woman of the Wild”-Holly Heyser

Holly A. Heyser, hunting blogger and college lecturer

I am pretty much the last person anyone – including myself – would have expected to take up hunting. I was born in Southern California and have spent all of my adult life in urban areas. After college, I spent 19 years as a newspaper reporter and editor (Orange County Register, San Jose Mercury News, St. Paul Pioneer Press, Virginian-Pilot, Sacramento Bee) before leaving the business in 2006 to teach journalism at my alma mater, California State University, Sacramento. Reporter. Professor.

Urbanite. Not someone you think of as a gunner.

But I have always craved unusual experiences, and hunting started worming its way into my realm of possibility back when I was in my late 30s. I was living in St. Paul, Minnesota, with my boyfriend Hank Shaw, and we were both working for the St. Paul Pioneer Press. We had befriended the hunting and fishing writer there – Chris Niskanen – and what he did was really piquing Hank’s interest. One day Hank announced that he wanted to take up hunting. “That’s fine,” I said. He’s a cook, so I knew he’d eat what he’d kill, which was my threshold of acceptance for hunting.

He was really getting into it, spending a lot of time out in the woods, and pretty soon he started asking if I’d like to join him. I didn’t, because I was busy training for marathons at that point, and I rightfully concluded that I couldn’t fit two activities that intense into my weekends. But a couple years later we moved to Sacramento, and I stopped running, and I finally said I was ready to join him. My first hunt was a pheasant hunt, but what really grabbed me was duck hunting. Half of the ducks in the Pacific Flyway spend their winter in the Sacramento Valley about an hour north of us, and the duck hunting can be amazing. I will hunt anything that I’m willing to eat – pheasants, turkeys, wild boar, deer – but there’s just something about ducks. They’re fast, the marshy terrain is challenging and the worse the weather, the better the hunting. I love a challenge. And ducks taste divine. Duck is by far my favorite meat, followed closely by wild boar.

I very quickly dedicated myself to my new pursuit. I had just started my teaching job and was overjoyed when I realized my winter break covered the last six weeks of duck season, so when Hank was working, I’d drive up to one of my favorite wildlife refuges and head out into the marsh myself, determined to teach myself how to actually hit these birds. (Three years later, I’m sorta kinda getting the hang of it.)

A year to the day after I fired my shotgun for the first time ever, I started a blog about hunting, NorCal Cazadora (www.norcalcazadora.com). NorCal stands for Northern California, and “cazadora” is Spanish for huntress. I figured no one would care what a novice hunter had to say, but boy was I wrong. I quickly found that even the most veteran hunters enjoyed the frustration-filled tales of trying to learn how to do this hunting stuff right. Since, then, I’ve expanded a bit and have begun writing for magazines including California Waterfowl, Delta Waterfowl and Turkey Country, and I’ve done quite a few hunting stories for the Sacramento Bee, which has shown amazing openness to hunting.

I’ve also taken up photography, and do a lot of food photos for my boyfriend, who started a blog shortly after I did – Hunter Angler Gardener Cook (www.honest-food.net) – and writes for a variety of food magazines. I’ll be doing photography for his upcoming book as well.

Writing and photography has opened many doors. I’ve begun doing a lot of volunteer work for California Waterfowl, which graciously honored me with its Artemis Award this year. And I’ve made friends all over the country and world, which means if I can afford a plane ticket someplace, I could probably find someone to hunt with there. I feel incredibly blessed.

Probably the biggest blessing, though, is having been able to enter the hunting world in the first place. I was not naïve about where food came from before I started hunting – I spent some time in the country as a kid, and my family raised a lot of animals for meat. But participating in food, nature and the cycle of life at this level has been a revelation, and it has improved both what I eat and how much I appreciate it exponentially. So many things had to fall into place to get me here: meeting Hank, moving to Minnesota, befriending Chris. There are any number of different choices I could have made that would have put me on a different path. But I got lucky, and I’m incredibly grateful for that.

See the original article at CampWildGirls.com

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LIVING!

LIVING!

When in our lives do we become who we are? Is it from the moment we take our first breath, Is it as an adolescent, a young adult.. Or do we really ever become one decided person? I believe we are who we are simply because we are meant to be that person. In our lives we are sometimes fortunate to meet people who change our lives forever. Sometimes for the good and sometimes not so good.

I was blessed to be raised by my parents; mom always made sure we were well fed, loved and still wishes the best for her children. Dad made certain that we were immersed in the wild places and nurtured my natural desire to become part of the natural order of things. My best friend in my youth John roamed the mountains of Montana with me making memories along the way, although we are no longer friends those memories still remain. Ladies I have known, some broke my young heart, some captured it… while my soul mate and life partner Stacey WON it through true love and absolute devotion. I have buried good friends and cried at the loss, I have made enemies who will last a lifetime and friends who will last even longer.

My children are my most perfect accomplishment, yet I see my own flaws in them and wonder if they will be able to cope with all that lies before them. I see my strengths in them as well and am proud of their ability to enjoy life and all it has to offer, no matter what befalls them. I secretly hope for them all there is to see, do and experience, yet I wish they would always stay close by. I have a hand full of friends who I believe in and who believe in me, a select few who I would give my life for and who I am sure would return the favor. I am a hunter and most of my friends and family are hunters as well, yet there are those close to my heart and immersed in my life who would never harvest an animal.

Yes brothers and sisters of the bow, life is an ever changing ride. I am sure mine will change, evolve and I look forward to every moment I get to experience it. Thanks to those who have joined my circle on this journey we all share, and to those who may be a part of it in the future.

May every day be blessed with fine hunting, every hunt be filled with adventure and every adventure be filled with enjoyment. And may every twist and turn of this journey we call life be intertwined with one another, as we all strive toward a common goal… To not simply exist but to LIVE!!!!! Hawk

High Country Archer

Mike “Hawk” Huston

See the original article at TeamHuntress.com

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Back In The Saddle .. If Only I Had A Horse

I’m back in the saddle … well … not really … I don’t own a saddle and have only been on a horse once in my life.  But for some of us that had a few days off or the past week, it’s back to reality.  But when you run an outdoor blog back to reality doesn’t sound as good as back in the saddle.  But if I did own a saddle and a horse, I’d probably have a horse blog.

Yee haw.

Never mind.

I’m rambling.

I don’t like being back in the saddle.

I’ve enjoyed sleeping in til 7 this past week, which I haven’t done in a long time.

It’s been nice not having to be in the routine of things.

It was nice not having road rage for a week from a 80 mile a day commute.

Well except Saturday when I carted my husband around the city for a day of shopping.  I was the driver and … well … habits are hard to break.

Road rager: WT? She better get off my @$$.

Mark: What?

Road rager: The bimbo behind me is riding my @$$.

Mark: What is wrong with you?

Road rager: Just sit back and ignore me.  I go through this everyday.

Mark: She’ll jump out and kick your @$$.

Road rager: I will kick her @$$.

Mark:  hahahahaha Okay.

Maybe I do need a horse.

And live in the country.

Where it’s peaceful.

And milk Bertha all day.

Ummm…

Ewww.

Have a good day all … I’m off to anger management and kick boxing class.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net