We Shot the Tamales
The O’Connor family enjoys fabulous hunting south of the border.
Mixed Bag in the Yukon
We were out of the wind up there on that Yukon ridge. In the polished blue of the sky, fluffy white clouds were sailing along like jet planes, but where we sat, it was quiet and pleasantly warm. It was late August, the tail end of the Yukon summer, and the rolling...
Grand Canyon Bucks
The legendary hunter and gunwriter pursues big mule deer in the shadow of the Grand Canyon in this 1938 classic.
New York Was Far Away
The valley was long and narrow, filled with the green of rich grass and the pale gold of frost-touched arctic willow. Along the edges of the valley was a thick border of spruce, but not far up the mountainsides, the woods played out in a scattering of scrubby trees....
Sables Are Hard to Hit
In this article for Outdoor Life, Jack O’Connor revels in the name given him by the natives, Medala Pala Pala “Old Man Who Can’t Hit a Sable,” but in the end he manages to silence his African critics by taking a fine bull.
