Thank God they flick their tails. I’d been hearing one bark for five minutes, but it’s only that ­visual cue that reveals the rodent, flattened and frozen against a hickory 30 yards away. I brace the ...

In our sport, no piece of gear is probably scrutinized, inquired about, second-guessed or glorified more than the lure. “What did you catch ‘em on?” and “What color?” might be two of the most ...