Ghosts in the Ravine

Ghosts in the Ravine

I'm not a superstitious man. I’m not afraid of ghosts. It’s just a skull I tell myself, but contemplate my pale, frail host. Author's Note: While it appeared in the fall 2020 Guns & Hunting issue of Sporting Classics magazine, I wrote this little poem/story for...

The Happy Man

The Happy Man

Good luck is a capricious commodity. Completely unpredictable, you need to be thankful when you get it. Consider me thankful. I was fortunate to hold membership in a hunting lease in North Florida for five years. A scant 7.2 air miles from my home in Jacksonville, the...

The Voice Inside

The Voice Inside

On the same night on the same mountain, two hunters face a deadly storm. Only one would survive. The worst type of danger is the danger that’s brought on by one’s own ignorance. Overconfidence and familiarity can blind a man to the peril that lies ahead, and he...

A Slithery Bedmate

A Slithery Bedmate

Texas’ Wild Horse Desert is home to many things that stick, prick, bite and a few that “slither,” but also a land of “change.” It was here aboriginal tribes were forever changed with the arrival of the shipwrecked Spanish explorer, Cabeza de Vaca and a small handful...

TR In The Land Of Giants

TR In The Land Of Giants

By September 1909,Theodore Roosevelt’s year-long safari had moved on to the Meru region on the northeastern slopes of Mount Kenya where, with the help of Edward Butler Horne, the first district commissioner, they would hunt for more elephant. TR had already shot his...

Elk Camp

Elk Camp

The challenge is great, the reward even greater for the bowhunter who outwits a big bull.   It begins around the end of August in the Rockies when the dawns turn chilly, the aspen leaves turn golden, the small ponds freeze over at night, and the bull elk get a little...

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