Dark Legends

Dark Legends

The hut smelled of must and dampness. Slivers of light pierced through thin gaps in the grass walls. The old shaman sat with his legs crossed. His dull, green eyes seemed void of life, staring through rather than at them. His skin hung on a bony frame and his voice...
Banovich Living What He Paints

Banovich Living What He Paints

“My work has evolved a great deal in recent years, particularly in the way I apply paint to canvas. I hope that I’ll still be growing at the same rate 10 years from now.” These words by John Banovich appeared in an article by Editor Chuck Wechsler in...
Grizzly Encounter

Grizzly Encounter

Rick bent to one knee checking blood splatters on three-day-old snow crunching under his weight. It appeared pinkish—possibly lung blood. Staring up the hill, his gaze followed the mule deer’s tracks running straight to the top before disappearing into exposed rocks....
Where Dreams Were Born

Where Dreams Were Born

Your first encounter with a mountain nyala will stay with you forever. It may even haunt you. A soft mist rises from the forest valley like a whisper from a forgotten memory. Colobus monkeys growl. A bushbuck barks. A snake eagle soars past sheer cliffs. The wind...
The Most Pure Purpose

The Most Pure Purpose

By simply being who and what he was meant to be, Stefan Savides is one of those rare people who has tapped into the most pure purpose of art and life itself.

Cabela’s: An American Dream

Cabela’s: An American Dream

In 1961 Dick Cabela, with his wife, Mary, and his brother, Jim, turned his kitchen table into the foundation of what would become one of the world’s foremost companies for outfitting sportsmen.