Watchers of the Campfire
He was not going to let himself become the hunted instead of the hunter.
Ice Bound: Stranded in Antarctica
He sat in the makeshift camp on the polar ice as a cold wind heralded the approaching long dark winter. Soon the sun would not be seen for three months. He and his men had been trapped on the ice for nearly a year. As the winter darkness descended, he could hear the...
The Magic of Hunting Memories
The following is an excerpt from Duncan Dobie’s book Dawn of American Deer Hunting Volume III. Featuring over 375 images, you'll enjoy seeing classic rifles, snowy campsites, straining meat poles, trophy antlers and more. Click here to order your copy today! Every...
Our All-American Bear
Assigned to cover a draw high on Old Smokies’ spine, Kephart kindled a thin fire between roots of a mountain oak that wasn’t warm enough to thaw his fingers and toes. Rifle across his lap, he listened for the dogs to bay, announcing they’d caught a black bear’s trail....
Ernest Hemingway: The Final Years (1950-1961)
Despite the promise of great upland and waterfowl hunting, dear friends and a place where Ernest could escape fame and work without interruption, Mary and Papa Hemingway did not return to Idaho until the fall of 1958. During the intervening decade, Ernest spent...
A Night Among Wolves
The hunter becomes the hunted on a dark night deep in a Russian forest.
On the Red
During the past millennium, I was fortunate to spend time in northern Texas as a wildlife biologist and hunting in south-central Oklahoma a few miles north of the Red River, the border between our two states. Drawing from my experience as a biologist and as well as a...
The Heart of a Sheep Hunter
Wind seems to be an almost constant on mountain peaks in sheep country. Exposed on a ridgeline in Idaho’s highest mountain range, the wind whipped hard and relentlessly as our party of three picked apart the terrain with spotting scopes mounted on tripods. It had...
We Shot the Tamales
The O’Connor family enjoys fabulous hunting south of the border.
The Surrender
The old man sat on the cold ground leaning against a cherry tree, taking in the fields before him. Harvest time was past, and a cornfield lay fallow under the slate gray sky of a cold fall day. The stalks lay broken and twisted from the event; their bounty taken. The...