Area bowhunters will have several opportunities to hone their shooting skills in a wooded setting next month as two archery clubs host 3-D archery competitions. If bowhunting isn’t your thing, you can still shoot in the clubs’ field archery contests. Clintonville Bow Hunters recently rebuilt 17 of its 28 wood-framed field targets, according to club president Jim Schoenike.

Father’s Day takes on special meaning at the disc golf course at Don Martzke Park next to Shawano Community High School. For Eric Jansen and his 15-year-old son, Braylon, both of Kimberly, tossing discs at an area course has been a Father’s Day tradition since Braylon was 6. “It’s a constant challenge,” the elder Jansen said of the sport as the father-son duo warmed up at a practice basket before Hole 1 of the 9-hole course.

Since first moving to Wisconsin in 2000, I’ve lived in the country and loved every minute of it. As more city dwellers move to the country, they are drawn to the natural beauty and critters — until those critters move into their homes. That’s where nuisance wildlife trappers come in. When we had bats in the wall of our house, we knew who to call.

While most politicians and bureaucrats seem stymied by the problem of school shootings, some states and school administrators have already figured out the answer. When I teach my students at concealed carry classes in New London (I’ve taught about 1,000 students over the past decade), I ask them if they know the average time, start to finish, of a mass shooting. It’s six minutes. What is the average law enforcement response to that shooting? It’s

As we grow older, we learn to work smarter and play slower. Relaxation becomes an activity on its own. Spring means turkey hunting, and that can be hard work. Getting up at 4 a.m. for a few days is a major chore, and by noon (or much sooner), I’m ready for a nap.

I once took a birding class when I was an English major at Southern Illinois University in Carbondale. On the first day, my jaw sank when the professor explained that this class would not be a field course as I had hoped. Instead, we would study the skins of dead birds for a semester. You’ll never see a Cassin’s auklet or an Antarctic petrel in Shawano County, but I held their preserved skins in my hand.