Come fall, mind-stretching numbers of ducks and geese descend on Hooray’s fields and ponds.

Last October was a special month. I was in Scotland, and for two days I hunted red grouse in the moors near Inverness -- one day of driven birds and one day of walk-up. It was the trip of a lifetime with friends and family. Excitement rode beside us as we traveled...

I suppose that there are other things that make a hunter uneasy, but of one thing I am very sure: that is, to locate and to begin to stalk a deer or a turkey, only to find that another hunter is doing precisely the same thing at the same time. The feeling I had was...

The barrels of my Roscoe felt smooth as a chorus girl’s ankle as I slid my hand over the cold steel.

What is it about the sound of whirring wings that moves us more than any love of country? In this 1935 classic from Esquire, the legendary author shares his lifelong fascination with bird hunting the world over.

In a robe, no less.