A Great New Dove Stool
Finally, September arrived after a long and Sahara-like summer in the South. But the 90s were still here last weekend, so it was nice to find a little shade for my dove stool at our opening day dove hunt. A few friends gathered on a large recently-cut corn field for a...
An Excerpt From: In The Land Of The Lakota
Mike Jr. was going for a whitetail he’d been after for a couple of years. He was hoping to climb up a certain tree stand close to the buck’s travel corridor. But the shifting wind changed all that. “There was actually one deer in there that was bigger than that one,”...
Replacing Moonshine With Flyline
Arriving at Headwaters on the Soque farm in northeast Georgia is like stepping back into a world that has quietly eluded the encroachment of progress. It’s an easy 80 miles from Metro Atlanta, but it might as well be a thousand. When you arrive at the farm in...
Poaching Can Be Hazardous To Your Health
A skull and pants were the last vestiges of his existence. On Thursday, April 4th, park rangers were combing South Africa’s Kruger National Park for a fresh set of human remains. It was the second day of the search. Late that afternoon, they found the surprisingly...
Jarrett can make your old rifle shoot like new again. Probably better.
Recently, I had the pleasure of hunting at Donald Hill’s Oak Creek Ranch in Missouri. Before heading out, I contacted Jay Jarrett at Jarrett Rifles about refurbishing my Beanfield .280. We had to scramble but Jay managed to get it back to me a few days before my trip....
Behind the High Fence
I hadn’t stepped inside a high fence since 1980. That’s when I had the chance to hunt Blue Mountain Forest, aka Corbin Park, in New Hampshire. The boars, whitetails and elk inside the enclosure had close to 27,000 acres of totally wild terrain. I actually went up...
A Relaxing Weekend at River Bend
Sometimes, you need a “work stoppage.” Shut down the damned computer, turn off the phone, and bolt. Spend an afternoon watching dogs hunt ’em up, shooting shotguns at fast flying quail, chukar and pheasant, breathing the cool air of an October...
A Visit to Florence, Post-Florence
After one week, folks here still feel the sting of a terrible storm and a tragic shooting.
Try to Kill Me Once, Shame On You. Try to Kill me Twice…
When your crossbow fails, try and try again.