Roping Elk In the Rockies

Roping Elk In the Rockies

One of the redeeming features of existence in a small Canadian town is that at all seasons of the year some form of woodland sport lies within an hour’s walk or drive or paddle of your door. For the monarch moose and the shy, capricious caribou, one must go far afoot....

The Thak Man-Eater

The Thak Man-Eater

Never in history has one man so devoutly pursued and killed as many man-eaters as did Jim Corbett, saving untold numbers of human lives in the process. What follows is Corbett’s exciting conclusion to his tale of “The Thak Man-Eater,” which originally appeared in his...

Memories…

Memories…

All of us have special memories from our days of hunting and fishing, which we have no doubt shared around campfires or inside sporting lodges. Now, in our new Memories feature, we would like to share your fondest hunting and fishing experiences with all of our...

The Jewett Gap Grizzly

The Jewett Gap Grizzly

Using a .30-30 Winchester, the one-armed hunter would finally slay the Jewett Gap Grizzly, ending its ten-year reign of terror among cattle ranchers in the Old West. In the 1890s an unusually large and savage grizzly had been marauding the livestock of ranchers in the...

Bear Hunting the Traditional Way

Bear Hunting the Traditional Way

Your chances will be fewer, but traditional spot-and-stalk bear hunting on horseback enables you to see more of the countryside and its wildlife. There’s nothing quite like the romance and tradition of hunting from horseback. Rather than concentrating on where you...

Jim Muir The Quiet Men

Jim Muir The Quiet Men

Beware of over-concern for money, or position, or glory. Someday you will meet a man who cares for none of these things. Then you will know how poor you are.— Rudyard Kipling There was once a land with no people and no animals, just forested mountains and cold, clear...

Blacktails Don’t Come Easy

Blacktails Don’t Come Easy

I sat in the pre-dawn darkness in the soft glow of the instrument panel of Roy’s 1947 Plymouth coupe, heading out on my very first buck hunt. A 12-year-old boy yearning to be a buck hunter never forgets moments like that. As the old Plymouth began its first climb up...