Roosevelt’s Rules to Hunt By
Theodore Roosevelt laid down a hunting code of ethics he lived out every time he went afield.
A Woman in White
By all the laws of nature, George Blackwell should have quietly died of hypothermia in that very spot. But nature doesn't always apply her laws with an even hand... At about the midpoint of his 67th season, George Blackwell looked at the world around him and decided...
A Slithery Bedmate
Texas’ Wild Horse Desert is home to many things that stick, prick, bite and a few that “slither,” but also a land of “change.” It was here aboriginal tribes were forever changed with the arrival of the shipwrecked Spanish explorer, Cabeza de Vaca and a small handful...
Misses (and Worse)
The following is Chapter 1 from Jim Spencer’s latest book A Life Well Misspent. With a keen eye for detail and a deep connection to the natural world, Spencer invites you to walk in his footsteps, feel the thrill (and disappointments) of the hunt, the serenity of...
TR In The Land Of Giants
By September 1909,Theodore Roosevelt’s year-long safari had moved on to the Meru region on the northeastern slopes of Mount Kenya where, with the help of Edward Butler Horne, the first district commissioner, they would hunt for more elephant. TR had already shot his...
Elk Camp
The challenge is great, the reward even greater for the bowhunter who outwits a big bull. It begins around the end of August in the Rockies when the dawns turn chilly, the aspen leaves turn golden, the small ponds freeze over at night, and the bull elk get a little...
A Buck Named Mordecai
“I had plenty of time to come up with a good story for the men at camp as I lay bleeding in the woods.”
Choice of the Litter
It was to him a very simple thing and the wonder was that the others, the older ones, were so stupid and confused. It was only a matter of going back a few years to when he was ten and her age, and thinking as he had thought then. The old urges and desires and faiths...
Fallow
“What two species of deer do you think have been introduced to more continents than any other?” Asked Scandinavian Prohunter’s Stefan Bengtsson. “Hmmmm…it would have to be either red deer or fallow deer based on my personal experience. I’ve hunted introduced red stag...
Where the Clouds Are Birds
I think I know what Otis Redding had on his mind when he crooned “Sittin’ on the dock of a bay.” Only there’s no dock here. There’s no bay either, but I’m sitting on a high bluff overlooking the Parana River in Argentina, takin’ the rest of the day off. Mi amigos...