Fall is fading fast. Naked branches click like dry bones in the wind, and the choppy, pewter-toned lake mirrors an apocalyptic sky. Winter’s wrath brooks no quarter when the wicked weather turns minutes into hours, and few know its fury better than the late-season...

The right or wrong of hunting has nagged at me from the beginning, and after a decade of hunting I finally set out to think it through.  I agree with the sentiment of writer Edward Abbey: “Hunting is one of the hardest things even to think about.” As is my way, I...

Paynesville, Minnesota, 1875 It was cold. A damp kind of cold that reached into the bones and could scarcely be shaken away.  The lateness of autumn had arrived and soon winter would descend on Minnesota’s once rugged back country.  Before long, tens of thousands of...

Thanksgiving 1964, one I’ll never forget. I was 14 years old.  Mother was decidedly against it. “They’re different, Lane, not like us,” she said. “I don’t mean that they’re bad. They aren’t... just different. They’ll have family and friends down from Jackson and...

When the lakes begin to turn hard and icy winds gust from the north, the red legs are not far behind!

It is an epic celebration of ducks and geese at the top of the flyway as Chris Dorsey and friends hunt waterfowl in Saskatchewan in this week's episode of Sporting Classics TV.  Catch the action Monday at 12:30 pm, Tuesday 7:30 am, Thursday 2:30 pm, and Sundays at...

The October sky darkens and melts into the horizon, hovering briefly between shades of cobalt blue and gray. Barren fields, pocked and ridged like a nuclear wasteland, stretch out on either side of the truck as we speed through the twilight, tires singing on the...