by Ken Kirkeby | Feb 12, 2024
As a Marine deployed to Southeast Asia 25 years ago, I had heard of tiger sightings in the bush, even an incident in which a Marine had been killed by one. I never ran across anyone, including intelligence people, who could verify this, as most unit reports and maps...
by Ken Kirkeby | Jul 17, 2023
We were learning the world. It is that learning I speak of as hunting. In the house I rent hangs a photo of me taken as a teenager. I’m lying next to my dog in some tall reeds by a river. For a long time I wondered what made me frame that picture and hang it....
by Ken Kirkeby | Oct 14, 2022
As both sportsman and art lover, my walls battle for either mounted heads or country scenes. Oddly, though, I own no wildlife art. Before visiting John Schoenherr I wasn’t sure why. Now I am. Over the years, most wildlife has seemed partisan to me, as though the...
by Ken Kirkeby | Oct 7, 2022
“You don’t decide on a style…you do the work and a style evolves.” Over the years, I have had the luck to interview some very talented wildlife artists. A number actually hunted, others did not. In the work of those that did, I discovered...
by Ken Kirkeby | May 9, 2022
Part II Of Ice and Men I helped him get to his feet and got him moving toward camp. He walked like a crippled man. I quickly pulled the cord attached to my pack and it came up full of water. I turned it upside down and jammed the frame into the snow. I left the rifles...
