Hal, a Dacotah: Hunting With the Sioux

Hal, a Dacotah: Hunting With the Sioux

The events in the following story are based on real experiences that were recorded by Henry Hastings Sibley, who used the name “Hal, a Dacotah” as a pseudonym for Spirit of the Times, a popular 19th century publication in New York.

Wolf Secrets

Wolf Secrets

“Incoherent,” she paused. “The sick man was incoherent.” “Incoherent.” My left arm curled around the top of the page hiding a small scrap of paper. On the paper several words were written in tiny print. She continued with “incomprehensible,” “divisible” and 17 other...

Nate Smith’s Dairy Farm

Nate Smith’s Dairy Farm

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...

Wilcox Pass

Wilcox Pass

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...

A Red Oak Thanksgiving

A Red Oak Thanksgiving

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...

A Good Dog Always Knows

A Good Dog Always Knows

Ain’t nothing to writing Papa Hemingway said, you just sit at the typewriter and bleed. I sat at the keyboard and cried for Zebo, damn near about shorted it out with my salty tears.   It’s a twisted tale, as good tales are. Me and Miss Biscuits built a house on...

The Ultimate Holiday Gift Guide For Sportsmen

The Ultimate Holiday Gift Guide For Sportsmen

For many, the holidays are about family, where young and old recall the magic of Christmas morning—when kids sneak wide-eyed downstairs and witness a twinkling tree surrounded by a sea of presents. Then there is the look on the face of loved ones as they open...