Winter Goose Hunt, Just Perfect

Winter Goose Hunt, Just Perfect

It was December, and the goose season in New York’s Duchess County had three more weeks to run. This is a winter goose hunt from long ago, where an unexpected hunting partner joined me — after all other companions fell through. In this Yuletide season, we remember...
Canadian Waterfowl – A Red Letter Day

Canadian Waterfowl – A Red Letter Day

I am a New England Ruffed Grouse hunter, and the Western Canadian waterfowl, upland birds and prairies were a new world to me. Sharptail grouse thrive in Saskatchewan and so do those who hunt them. Around Tessier the Sharpies feed in the huge grain fields and shelter...
Vermont’s Hidden Gem: Dan Morgan, Gunsmith

Vermont’s Hidden Gem: Dan Morgan, Gunsmith

I first heard of Vermont’s hidden Gem, Dan Morgan, twelve years ago at Dave Tilden’s venue when the beavertail forend on my Philadelphia Fox BE suddenly became loose. A gunner finds many opportunities to hunt and shoot in Vermont. Waterfowlers gun both sides of the...
Eagles, Bears and Kings on the Alagnak River

Eagles, Bears and Kings on the Alagnak River

In Alaskan backcountry on the Alagnak River, the myth of wilderness in the form of a fierce, wild, strong King Salmon is just a cast away. Alaska. The Alagnak River. July. As from my boat I watched eagles, ospreys and bears hunt along the river, I realized that man...
A Goose Hunt for Harley

A Goose Hunt for Harley

Hunting and shooting Canada geese is fun, but watching a very fine dog ‘put the finishing touches’ on our downed geese was just plain joyful.

The Cruelest Month

The Cruelest Month

Despite the viciousness of New England’s winter, there are occasionally days when trap and skeet shooters can burn some serious powder at the range.

Ruffed Grouse Covert

Ruffed Grouse Covert

Once upon a time Bob Sohrweide had a ruffed grouse cover. He’d had other covers before and since but this one was his best. Bob found it in his eighth grade Latin class. Let me tell you… As Bob walked into his classroom, he overheard Robbie Trotta finishing a story to...
The Tenth Time

The Tenth Time

There were pines in between the river and the rock cliff so I could not walk downstream to catch my salmon. I had to stay in one place, cast and drift. “Fish on!” Al yelled, and we scrambled down the path that led from Dam Camp to The Basin. Three of us hung over the...