The rustle of fallen white oak leaves littering the ground 30 feet below demanded my immediate attention. There, patches of brown moved. A deer! Heartbeat racing! Breathing? I am not certain I even took a breath.  A solid hour before first light and under the cover of...

Forget about deer stands,” he said. “Just boost your woman high up in a live oak late in the afternoon. That way you’ll know she’ll still be there when you come to fetch her home after sunset.”  We were on his front porch, out of the wind on a chilly afternoon, easing...

This week's episode of Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey features an epic hunt for red stag and fallow deer in the stunning mountains of New Zealand. Chris Dorsey returns to the south island to pursue big game with his old friend John Scurr in an adventure that...

Born in Rutland, Vermont, on October 18, 1867, for the first three-plus decades of his life Charles Alexander Sheldon led a fairly normal upper-class existence. He came from a well-to-do family involved in marble quarrying and spent his formative years with New...

“Yep” sighed old Ez, as he bunched a forkful of chewing and elevated it into the gap in his features, “I’ve seen ’em.  An’ I can say that jedgin’ by what I see of  ’em they’re tough customers. I hain’t a-hankerin’ to renew my acquaintance with ’em—they’re a trifle too...

It's midnight when we pull into elk camp, dark and cold with a clear sky. There's no moon. The only light comes from the huge canopy of stars hanging low over the mountains, reflecting off the frost-covered ground. The stars are so low I feel like reaching up and...

One of the great wonders of young boys is never realizing how a chain of everyday events can so forcefully change and redirect your own life in years ahead, even into adulthood. For me, raised up in a 1940s small town in the foothills of northern California’s lovely...

The 1925 adventure novel John Macnab is the story of three high profile Scottish friends who are suffering from severe cases of the doldrums and are instructed by their physician to try something out of the ordinary, perhaps with an element of danger to snap them out...

A six-legged demon was ripping pieces out of my face. I didn’t dream of flinching. Not now, not after all I had been through the past three months.