“It’s just a game, you play your half and I’ll play my half,” said the deer poacher after our abrupt 2:00 a.m. meeting along the rural dirt road. He was kinda right, and since I already had his rifle seized and secured, we would now wait for the game to continue....

Old Scar Hip actually climbed the ladder to my stand. I sat inches away from his nose, contorted so that drawing the bow was impossible. That ladder was behind me. How this boar had collected his grisly name was uncertain. Perhaps an errant arrow while still in his...

“Clients tend to see their white hunter as a father.... He looms in their imagination. They are proud of him, and should he happen to visit them at their home in the northern hemisphere they will make sure that as many of their friends as possible meet him and see for...

Having hunted elk, sheep and other big game through the West in previous years, we were anxious to add a goat’s head to our modest collection. After many inquiries for a “sure place,” we started for Lake Chelan in the State of Washington.   We left the railway at...

“There’s only two things to fear in Alleghany County— that’s God, and Forrest Hanks.”  The Texas firing range was hot as blue blazes, but not as hot as Forrest Hanks’ M1. His Garand boomed, each time the .30-'06 bullet ripping another dime-sized hole in the tattered...

It began with a lucky shot. a cave and a rattlesnake furnished the complications.