Youth Field Trial Alliance
A Cause We Can All Get Behind I want to give a shout-out to a relatively new organization whose presence on the sporting landscape can’t be viewed as anything but a good thing: the Youth Field Trial Alliance. The brainchild of Chris Mathan, the human dynamo behind...
The Odyssey of An Artist
“From the very beginning, being an artist was my first choice.” You can tour the most discriminating galleries, visit the most thoughtfully-curated exhibitions. As you walk these clean, well-lighted places, you stop, as much from duty as interest, to study the artwork...
Julie Jeppsen Believes Practice Makes Perfect
“…I could do it if I practiced enough.” It’s not uncommon, upon meeting Julie Jeppsen for the first time, to find yourself doing a double take just a few minutes later. Let’s say you’re at the Southeastern Wildlife Exposition in Charleston, South Carolina, one of the...
Go West Young Dog – On the Prairie
The prairie is a land of hopes and dreams for those who train field-trial pointing dogs.
What Are You Pointing At?
If the noses of gundogs are so incredibly discerning, why do they point so many things that aren’t birds?
Ever Ancient Ever New: The Still-Life
If any art is truly timeless, it is the still-life. The still-life does not depict a moment frozen in time, a chosen instant snatched from the temporal current, but a moment outside of time, beyond its erosive reach. There is no past or future, only an eternal...
The Romance of Brandywine
The men and women who studied under Howard Pyle all but dominated American illustration during the first half of the 20th century. At the beginning of the 20th century, Howard Pyle of Wilmington, Delaware, was most popular illustrator in America. He had only one...
Fishing Guide – My Short, Brilliant Career
The novelist John Gardner posited that there are really only two stories: A man goes on a journey, or a stranger comes to town. With all due respect to Gardner’s memory, however, I’d like to add a third: The telephone rings, and you answer it. The caller identified...
The Day the Duck Hunters Died
Nothing escaped the “winds of hell” and the deadly, suffocating snows that swept across the Upper Midwest on that fateful day in 1940.