Great Morning
Originally published as a piece in his “Tailfeathers” column for Sports Afield, this tale is a splendid example of the author’s genius in pulling on the heartstrings of his readers. It subsequently appeared in one of the many collections of Hill’s tight, bright little...
The Rain
Someone once wrote that “rain is the oldest sound to reach the porches of man’s ear.” I like the sentence and I like the sentiment. And I like rain. I like to hunt in it, fish in it and just walk around in it. I like the sound of rain, the feel of it and the soft...
Perspectives On Hunting Myself
I, as often as not, enjoy the day when nothing happens, like a nothing day I spent on a deer stand. A friend of mine told me that an old wrangler in Montana had expressed it best when he said “the thing that a man hunts when he hunts is himself.” I...
Feeling Guilty
It seems to add up that men and women, no matter what their age, who take a great deal of pleasure in the out-of-doors, at the very least discover something about themselves. The talk had turned in the dwindling hours of the early morning into the sort of conversation...
Collecting Guns
A simple but effective technique has proven workable to many gun collectors. And it’s almost as classic. One of the finer points of gun collecting, if not the finest, is the ability of concealing from your wife: (1) the fact that you have actually purchased a new gun...
The Day They Took My Guns Away
Originally published in Field & Stream, this article also appeared in the Sept./Oct. 2000 issue ofSporting Classics.