A Short Gun for Long Horns
“Got you set up to hunt with Don Richardson,” said Greg Simons with Wildlife Systems when we visited about my upcoming pronghorn hunt in western Texas. “Don knows the ranch you’ll be hunting and will have scouted it before you get there. When I did the annual game...
Sporting Classics TV Season 7 Episode 19 Trailer
Make sure to catch this week's episode of Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey for a pursuit of Scotland's ultimate sporting quest - the MacNab - where one must take a stag, a brace of grouse, and a salmon in one day. The series airs on prime-time on Thursday at 10pm...
Luck Is Cheap Up There
Like the old song says, two out of three ain’t bad, especially on a bowhunt for elk.
The Buck of Cordwood Hill
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....
To Bite the Bullet
Terror in the tall grass.
Unmasking The Polar Bear Climate Change Narrative
Ryan St. John peers through his binoculars on the shore of Hudson Bay near his home community of Arviat, Nunavut, an Inuit village of 3,000 residents in north central Canada. “There’s another polar bear that’s caught a seal,” he says. The bear is standing 800...
Nooners
Over his 70 years of pursing whitetails, the author has shot a surprising number of mature bucks while his hunting partners were back in camp eating lunch.
Mystery of the Man-Killer
He grabbed his gun, the bear charged with tremendous speed.
The World
Even your worst memories will go away when you’re stalking a handsome muley buck with arrow and bow. There are four of us in that sweltering bunker: Sgt. Eddie Devaney, myself and two newbies just in from the world. It’s April 16, 1970. We’re playing low-stakes poker...
At Home on the Range
The scud stacked up over the northeast, a gray washboard above the sea, to the horizon and beyond. Too late for a hurricane, but the wind didn’t care. Raindrops big as dimes on roofing tin and window glass, a racket like the devil beating some hellish rhythm on a...