A Lone Star Boy’s Life
A feral Texas childhood means you never forget a hard-running pack of hounds. Sitting here listening to music by Guy Clark, almost every song reminds me of my youth. Growing up in Callahan County Texas was not necessarily unique, but it was exciting for a very...
A Daufuskie Island Oyster Roast
If you’ve never cooked the most delicious of shellfish on an open fire, you are in for a wild marsh treat. My wife, Pam, and I traveled to Daufuskie Island the next to the last weekend of duck season in South Carolina. This was Pam’s first trip here and I was very...
The Littlest Sheep
“After my good luck with ibex I thought the Armenian sheep would be a snap, but I figured wrong …”
Death in Sidamo
May 1979 Ethiopia, much like Nicaragua, ain’t what it used to be. It’s the same problem of Marxist incursion that has so altered life there that the country I knew really was a last horizon. There is still safari hunting in Ethiopia, but I think things have a very...
Why Colorado Rejected a Right to Hunt and Fish
And why hunters everywhere should pay attention. Somewhere between proposing a constitutional right to hunt and fish and watching it go down in Colorado, sportsmen found themselves arguing about whether somebody’s Labrador might step in a steel-jawed trap. Wayne...
Grover Cleveland: Our Kind of President
Not many years ago, while residing in a non-sporting but delightfully cultured and refined community, I found that considerable indignation had been aroused among certain good neighbors and friends, because it had been said of me that I was willing to associate in the...
My Shotgun is Quick
The barrels of my Roscoe felt smooth as a chorus girl’s ankle as I slid my hand over the cold steel.
Mortgage on a Dog
This late 30s classic reflects the wonderful wit and lively style that hallmark all of the author’s books, novellas and articles of gundogs and the sporting life. Jud Lee lay hiding underneath the elderberry bush, chewing contentedly on a sweetgum stem when his small...
Why I Never Miss the Super Bowl of Hunting
I usually arrive at the Safari Club International Convention with a perfectly sensible hunting plan. Then I encounter a mounted animal that looks as though it stepped out of an explorer’s fever dream, and fiscal discipline quietly slips out the nearest exit. Who knew...
Trouble with Lions
For weeks on end, deadly man-eaters would plague Arthur Neumann’s safari. The English hunter, Arthur Neumann, was still recovering from a terrible mauling by an angry cow elephant in the Lake Rudolph area of British East Africa (now Lake Turkana, Kenya). The year was...