Driven Birds in North Devonshire
Driven birds with good friends in a countryside too beautiful to be real.
Buffalo Hunting in Northern Tanzania
In the weeks leading up to our safari, Reid Freeman insisted that on this, his first, he’d go slow on buffalo, wait until he’d gotten a feel for them, maybe stalk a few with me and see how it all worked, maybe not hunt them at all. That sensible plan worked for about...
Hunting With a Mission on Kodiak Island
Mark, Richard and I dangle from toes and fingers on a steep slope 2,100 feet above the surf. We’ve finally broken out of the claustrophobic alder thickets, and behind us the view is spectacular—the islands of the Kodiak archipelago rise green and brown and black from...
Travelers of the Edge
They stood, Helen and Webster, side by side in black water beneath a canopy of moon-bleached trees, trunks white as ghosts raising slender claws toward the streaks of shooting stars. ”I’ve never seen them like this,” Helen said softly. “So many...
The Greatest Game Animal On Earth
Blessed with imagination and a library card, I hunted dangerous game from a tender age. My companions on those early safaris were Corbett, Ruark, Hemingway, and a dozen others, adopted uncles whose manifest pleasure in the beasts and bush of wild places shaped my...
The Other Side of the Dream
Webster was adrift in time again. For 30 minutes, or it could have been hours, the leopard fed. The sun was setting behind the dangling bait, a shoulder from the zebra Webster had killed two days before. Forty yards away, Webster watched through a peephole in the...
In the Penumbra
Eyes night-blind from the dashboard light you plunge Into the swamp to please the dog, walk By feel between trees and tangled vines, feet Seeking the hardness of the path, following. She trots ahead and stops, tail Slapping briars as she turns, impatient. Blindness...