Gunkholing for Ducks

Gunkholing for Ducks

In September, the summer folks trade their beach lives to head home. The public boat ramp near my home, the one that once was clogged with all sorts of recreational craft, is deserted. It’s a busy process to haul and winterize boats tied up in slips just as it is to...

These Old Shoes

These Old Shoes

Decades became years, years became days, days became hours, and it seemed I had been born only yesterday. Peering north , the creek appeared to narrow to little more than a trickle before vanishing altogether up where the lush green grass glinted backlit in that...

Your Ultimate Holiday Gift Guide

Your Ultimate Holiday Gift Guide

From the Producers of Sporting Classics TV If there is a hunter or angler on your holiday shopping list, we’ve got you covered with this season’s Holiday Gift Guide for the Outdoors. This season, give the gift of adventure – after all, the real present is not what’s...

The Perfect Thanksgiving

The Perfect Thanksgiving

Perfection is in the eyes of the beholder. Southeastern Wisconsin is far from a waterfowl hunting destination. It lacks the open spaces and accessibility of the Canadian prairies, the expansive agricultural fields of the Dakotas, the multitude of privately managed...

A “Thanksgiving” Shooting Trip

A “Thanksgiving” Shooting Trip

On Thanksgiving, a shoot at Hooper’s Island in Chesapeake Bay furnished some experiences that will not soon be forgotten. Our party consisted of three—my hosts, Bert and his brother Al, and myself. With me went my two dogs, Don, an English setter, and Nick, a pointer,...

The First Time I Saw God

The First Time I Saw God

It was about 5:15 p.m., 108 miles northeast of Oran, I remember, when the starboard gunners shouted, ‘’Torpedo off the bow!” The helmsman tried to swing her so the thing would run parallel to us, but the old bucket was bottom-heavy with about 9,000 tons of high...