
Laramie Lion
A final push through low-hanging branches provided us access into a glade that contained the baying hounds and the distant shape of the first Mountain
A final push through low-hanging branches provided us access into a glade that contained the baying hounds and the distant shape of the first Mountain
If you’re going to mess with Frances Arnold, don’t do it when she has a Daniel Defense DDM4 PDW in her hands – especially if
Frances’ and my last article/video from the 2020 Dallas Safari Club Convention appeared last night. This one is a look through Frances’ [non-hunter] eyes at
The article from my time at the Dorchester Shooting Preserve appeared on the TruthAboutGuns.com. You guys should check out Dorchester if you like to hunt
It really should have been a failure, my first-ever attempt at hunting feral hogs. But, here I was standing next to the 100-pound boar that
It was nearing sunset when I happened to glance to my right. What I saw made my heart jump; at the end of the trail
Fifty years ago, Jack O’Connor published a story in Outdoor Life magazine in which he recounted a tale of overconfidence, bad weather and missed opportunities.
The first morning of our hunt dawned crisp and clear, and with the pit-of-the-stomach excitement that feels at once so good and yet so worrying.
For the first two installments of this hunt see Part 1 and Part 2 This time rather than heading to the next ridge, Mike suggested
They gave fair warning. In fact, it seemed that they exchanged a look, shrugged their shoulders and then looked back as if to say, “Please
Josie and Jessie, much to their dismay, were placed into their enclosure while Jacob suited up as the backer and Colby prepared to act as
While Colby and Jacob again swapped equipment, I acquainted myself with one of the leaders of the next stage of our hunt, an 11-month-old “Rockstar”
It started out as such a wonderful day. Bright azure sky, light breeze, and, best of all, we were traveling back into the mountains that
You had one job, just one job!” hissed Arnold. I suspect I looked a bit embarrassed, but apparently not enough for my young PH’s taste,
On a recent Safari to South Africa’s Eastern Cape, I was introduced to a hunting technique reflecting an unusual skill of my Blaauwkrantz Safaris PH,
I couldn’t believe it. I had a bobcat, a predator trophy I never expected. It was so much more of a success than 10 coyotes
My eyes popped open as the yearling’s bleat made its way through my sleep-deprived brain. He let out another mewing cry as I slowly lifted
While I settled gently back into my chair, I checked my watch; it was eleven thirty. I was now convinced of my failure in this
Though NOT the treestand from the Author’s childhood hunt, this reflects the architecture of his first ‘Aerie’ (15 Photos That Display the Mystery Behind Old
The low point of my thoughts coincided with 1) an elevated wind strength and 2) the appearance of the young buck. On previous hunts, I
As we pulled out of the driveway in Lubbock, Texas, the ice pellets started rattling off the windshield of the station wagon and the north
Author (Far left) and Robert Baker (Far right) with two of his Golden Retrievers, flank two other students in front of that day’s game Even
In my mind dove season in West Texas is a September sport. It could involve some cool evenings, but more often than not I sweated
As typical of the hunts that went on at this favorite site, I remember one that occurred when I was eight years old. We chose
My Dad was no saint. He could (and often did) swear like a sailor. He had a temper that was scary to behold. And he
Our first hunting day provided the type for the remainder of our hunt: woken before dawn as a guide lit the lantern and stove in
For the first two installments of this hunt see The Dream Begins and The Hunt is On If what we experienced for the next hour
As I considered the soggy dawn, I reminded myself that the rain was melting the ice. My morning had not begun well. I took an
He bent double and pushed down the next to the bottom strand of barbed-wire. As he did so, he used his free hand to lift
His next five steps brought him to a brush pile made up mostly of mesquite and willow branches. For old times’ sake, he rested one
Larry’s grin widened as he reviewed the facts about the “Bear Crick Montana Testicle Festival”. “Yeah, it’s really just an excuse for a drunk,
Guides are always sensitive to their hunter’s feelings. The best Guides, like Tim and Larry, always aim to build up the hunter’s self esteem
Growing up reading the wonderful books on hunting in Africa, I dreamed of shooting an ‘elephant rifle’. Thanks to the wonderful folks at Verney-Carron, Blaser
“Let’s go hunting.” It was as simple, and complex, as that. My brother, Randy, and I had been chatting on the phone. I think he
Though we saw our quarry in the distance, today the Mourning Doves were victorious. But, then again, we hunters won by just being in the
A boyhood dream, generated by exposure to the books of Taylor, Ruark, Roosevelt and Hunter, was to go on an African Safari. This dream was
I thought it might be interesting and useful to focus on the installation of only one of my trophies from the South African Safari, plus
“Let’s go hunting.” It was as simple, and complex, as that. My brother, Randy, and I had been chatting on the phone. I think he
Though we saw our quarry in the distance, today the Mourning Doves were victorious. But, then again, we hunters won by just being in the