In Pursuit of the Beceite Ibex

In Pursuit of the Beceite Ibex

Slowly negotiating our way over the side of a dangerously steep, boulder-ridden mountain, we spied a herd of ibex in the distance, feeding on the same slope. With daylight fading on a dangerously rocky slope in the Beceite Mountains of Spain, pessimism ran rampant in...

The Magic Hour

The Magic Hour

The sun is setting on a brilliant hunting career. Though his big game hunting bag isn’t particularly mixed, it is well stocked. A couple of pronghorn antelope, one empty elk tag. Maybe a hundred deer across a forty-year career, many of which were bagged when...

Excerpt from “Amid Whirring Wings”

Excerpt from “Amid Whirring Wings”

“Bob White” Shrill and clear, from thicket near, A song within the woodland ringing, A treble note from silver throat The siren of the fields is singing— “Bob White! Bob White!” And from the height, an answer sweet Floats gently o’er the rippling wheat— “Bob White!...