Sunrise Fourteen Thousand Eighty Nine
A trout biologist muses on the path from his first whitetail hunt as a boy in Wisconsin to a pronghorn one on the New Mexico prairie.
The Ghost Bear
Was it a bear, a man, or a devil that killed the hunter’s companion?
The Spotted Devil of Gummalapur
Kenneth Douglas Stuart Anderson (1910-1974) was an Anglo-Indian who spent most of his life in Bangalore, India. An avid hunter, he was fascinated by the subcontinent's big cats, and most of his tales dealt with the drama and dangers of man-killing tigers and panthers....
Old Three Toes
"Three Toes," said an old rancher, with a kind of reverence, "is the fastest, longest-winded wolf that ever lived." A smile swept across the craggy, weather-beaten face of Clyde F. Briggs as he read a telegram from the U. S, Biological Survey: "Advise when you can...
Life After Death
Poetic justice, I thought — that on the same mountain where I'd shot that bull in the heart before, I got hit in the heart. About mid-morning on a Montana mountainside the guide heard “Cody, just a minute.” He turned to see the hunter lean forward, then fall straight...
On Top of the World
Bowhunting polar bears where even angels fear to tread.
Sporting Classics TV: Denver New Episode!
Chris Dorsey has taken nearly 50 safaris to Africa and 30 trips to South America in pursuit of the greatest televised big game and wingshooting adventures on Earth… but one of his favorite hunting honey holes is just a short drive away from his home outside of...
Venator Laurentian Estate
Covering some 22,000 square miles of territory just north of Montreal in the southern part of Quebec, the Laurentian Mountains consist of Precambrian rocks more than 540 million years old, making its soft peaks among the oldest in the world. SPONSORED CONTENT: Here,...
Stalk For A Wild Man-Killer
When he was in his 20s, both of his parents died. Turnow went home and ran the family farm for a while, but in such a shiftless way that his relatives were incensed. They, in fact, were among the first to whisper that maybe John wasn’t “all there.” In those parts, a...
The Croc That Wouldn’t Die
I sat on the engine cowling, holding my rifle and studying the hideous design of the crocodile’s head. Then its eye opened.