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...
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.

Gertrude the Mason Brant Decoy

Gertrude the Mason Brant Decoy

Born in a small shop behind William Mason’s home, Gertrude the decoy would live a life most fulfilling. Here are a few of the many stories she has to tell. Hello, my name is Gertrude. I was named after Bob’s Aunt Gertrude Reade, a woman with a special gleam in...
The Firing Line

The Firing Line

Last November in Scotland, a line of seven friends spaced 20 yards apart marched across a harvested field in pursuit of pheasant. On that misty morning, hunters, dogs and gamekeepers were eager to find birds and almost immediately they did. A brightly feathered...
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...