Author: László Bakay

It is a truly joyful moment when the deployed cameras once again capture game appearing at the feeders. As is well known, the animals vanish completely from these spots for weeks or months when the wild fruits ripen and sweeten, and from the time any agricultural crop (corn, sunflower, sugar beet . . .) shoots…

In chronological order; first a young boar wandered onto the feeder, and lingered for a bit more than 10 minutes. A few hours later, from 2:00 am, a serious sounder also discovered it for themselves, and spent more than 20 minutes rooting out the corn kernels that had been scattered nearly two months ago, now…

It seems there’s a healthy, strong doe with her calf who has taken a liking to this hidden, undisturbed, quiet little spot, because lately the camera has been sending me pictures of them more and more often. And now this curious calf has come to introduce itself . . .

After a long time — and already grown quite a bit — these young boars have returned to the "old bowhunting feeder" from the surrounding cornfields, which yield an inexhaustible supply of juicy, nutritious, tasty treats. Back when they were still small and striped there were seven of them, escorted by a young sow visibly…

In the first few years of my bowhunting career, which began in 2004, I had already worked out what kind of sight I could use to compensate for that unusual, almost defiant, deeply masochistic peculiarity of being "right-handed with the bow, left-eye dominant" that I’ve simply had to live with, since switching over to a…

While getting ready for a recent night hunt, I took my seat quite early in the comfortable saddle of a fixed climbing tree-stand, set up 8.5 m high on a tree 22 m from this feeder. After arranging everything around me with the greatest care, attending to every small detail — everything one might need…