by Tom Keer | Aug 10, 2020
It’s about creating enough memories to carry us through the other ten months until the leaves turn colorful and we begin all over again. We sportsmen hang our hats in a lot of different places. Sometimes you’ll find us in fishing camps that range from beach shacks to...
by Tom Keer | Apr 29, 2020
Like an honest dog, it’ll be the standard by which you compare all other upland hunting books. It’s the highest level of praise for a handler to call a dog “honest.” By that handlers mean every time the dog points there is a bird under his nose. Honest...
by Tom Keer | Mar 5, 2020
Blackfly Lodge at Schooner Bay anchors a Bahamas community created especially for fishing. On a calm day, the slight slap of the water on the hull of a flats boat has one of two effects on me. If I’m tired, it can lull me into a trance, the kind that...
by Tom Keer | Aug 26, 2019
There are many reasons for sportsmen to place North Dakota on their bucket list. The entire state, or about 90 percent of the territory, is home to large ranches and moderate-sized farms. Agriculture is king in a vast swath of land that stretches from the flat Red...
by Tom Keer | Aug 19, 2019
The year was 1969, and headlines were ablaze with Neil Armstrong’s moonwalk, Woodstock and, alas, bell-bottomed trousers. Meanwhile, Paul Iams founded a premium dog food company that he named Eukanuba. Competitors wondered, “Who in their right mind would double...
by Tom Keer | Aug 9, 2019
About a decade ago, my wife Angela and I took advantage of the cool fall temperatures that were delivered on an East wind to scour the beaches for striped bass. There was a cleanliness in the air, the kind only found along the coast. The wind had pushed offshore fish...
by Tom Keer | Aug 7, 2019
After graduating from Washington University, William H. Danforth grew tired with his job as a brick salesman. It was 1894, a time nearing the turn of the 20th century, and excitement was in the air. Businessmen scrapped tradition and quickly gravitated to new and...
by Tom Keer | Apr 25, 2019
One winter I had a particularly large pile of oak that needed to be split. Rather than grabbing a sledge, wedges, and an axe, I often found myself perusing websites listing classic American shotguns for sale. My gun cabinet wasn’t full, but there weren’t too many gaps...
by Tom Keer | Mar 11, 2019
Once upon a time there was a campground in my town that was used by the Boy Scouts. Every summer, hundreds of scouts gathered there, learning to set up tents, build fires, and cook meals. They didn’t just work though. They had fun as well. They’d go...
by Tom Keer | Feb 21, 2019
We stood in the elevator, he and I, and from a distance one would think we were friends. We both had Filson bags, wore L.L. Bean boots, and Carhartt jackets. The only visible differences were that he sported a moustache and a beard while I was clean shaven, and my...
