Hunting Oryx in the Journey of Death
A descent into a cauldron of scorched earth in pursuit of oryx.
The Whisper in the Grey of Morning
“I Knew your son. Something I been needing to tell you . . . Luke saved me — you know, saved my life. He saved us all.” America had been attacked with a murderous sucker punch. That day of infamy stirring the deep soul of a patriotic nation.Lines of young men eager...
The Goat And The Miner
This was the billy I had been looking for all summer and fall — my whole life, really. . .I’d found the animal I wanted, and would push myself to any limit to get him. The Rocky Mountains are a vast stretch of peaks that are young by geologic measure and by any...
Siberian Ibex – Heart of the Tian Shan
And here, among these crumbling cliffs and dizzying heights, I had come to hunt the Siberian Mid-Asian ibex in the dark heart and sharp teeth of dead winter. Eons ago, in a great battle of continents, the Indian and Eurasian plates collided with planetary force,...