Tough Decisions

Tough Decisions

“Don’t know where that critter went,” said Juan in perfect English. “He was standing just to the left of the gray rock with the yellow algae that looks like a circular target. Obviously, he’s gone. Don’t know if something spooked him when I walked up the hill to come...
Hogging the Choctaw

Hogging the Choctaw

Bringing right hand’s index finger to lips, Travis Benes cautioned “quiet” then pointed with his left hand in the direction of tall grass less than twenty yards distant. I nodded, quietly set up my shooting sticks, rested my Ruger revolver pointing in the...
Reflections

Reflections

A brisk northerly, cooling breeze carried blood-red and sun-yellow leaves to an already leaf-littered forest floor. The aroma of fresh earth turned by a black bear melted with sweet scent of pines, but also with the faint odor of a musky rutting whitetail wafting...
Tawakoni Blues

Tawakoni Blues

Four monstrous blue catfish with a combined weight of over 233 pounds, for an average of nearly 60-pounds – all in a morning’s fishing trip. “If you can find a day to put aside your Ruger/Trijicon/Hornady combo and come of out the deer woods, you need to meet me at...
A Hippo For Christmas

A Hippo For Christmas

“I wanna hippopotamus for Christmas…only a hippopotamus will do….” Those lyrics kept running through my mind as I stowed gear in Omujeve Safari’s Ivory Camp on the backwater banks of the Kwando River in Namibia’s Zambezi Strip. The comfortable en-suite tent would...
The Bob-Tailed Doe

The Bob-Tailed Doe

You have no idea how many times she’s messed me up, mere moments before I was about to shoot a buck. “She’s at it again, or should I say still!” scowled my brother Glenn. “Showed up at my creek blind this morning. She came quartering in, up wind. Soon as she stepped...
The Black Bear Cometh

The Black Bear Cometh

“You best come here and look at this!” demanded my cameraman. He stood pointing at the ground immediately in front of our tent. “Something big tore up the ground and chewed on saplings. Whatever it was doesn’t seem to appreciate our presence here! Could be a bear, or...
Invading Greystone Castle

Invading Greystone Castle

We discovered a wealth of gamebirds and grand bucks! “Pheasant, behind!” shouted Cody Mohler. I turned, shouldering my 20-gauge Ruger Red Label. But before I could get on the long-tailed rooster another flushed, this one much closer to where I had my shotgun pointed....
Roaning Western Africa

Roaning Western Africa

I had taken a good mature roan, considered by many serious African hunters to be a more interesting animal than the regal sable! Tim Fallon shoved a water bottle in my face and insisted I drink.  “How hot do you think it is?” he asked. Before I could respond he...