J.A. Hunter’s Africa
He saw Africa raw, tapped its treasures and chafed at what his generation had wrought.
The Cartridges of Townsend Whelen
It arrived in a small box not on its first trip. The return address, hand-scrawled, was unfamiliar. I slit the tape. Inside, a nest of paper held an old hunting knife, a fixed-blade Marble’s of the type popular in deer camps when I was young. It had been well used,...
Roosevelt the Rifleman
With horse and rifle he explored frontiers, indulging a lust that would transcend politics. “Every sense keyed up…I pushed forward the safety of the double-barreled Holland rifle. As I stepped to one side [to aim], the rhino saw me and jumped to his feet with...
Bears – When They Aren’t Clowns
The odds of suffering an attack from bears are slim. Odds of surviving one can suddenly matter more. Fates seemed bent on bringing Joe to grief. No one could say why. The slightly-built, 65-year-old herder was reliable and industrious. He’d earned and saved enough...