Taking the Sacred Beast

Taking the Sacred Beast

He caught a glimpse of something white among the herd, its body illuminated by the setting sun–he recognized the animal as an extremely rare white bison. The fall was changing into winter and the buffalo hunters were getting ready for the huge herds to gather on the...

Man-Killing Cougar

Man-Killing Cougar

It was a cold, dull and dreary day, the 17th of December 1924, with the thermometer hovering around zero in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains of Okanogan County, Washington, when a man-eating cougar killed and devoured a 13-year-old boy. Reports from all over the...

The Magic Quarter

The Magic Quarter

“Son, I’ve got something for ya,” said the grizzled hunter, poking our late November campfire and sending ember offerings and prayers to the Man Upstairs. I had known my friend ever since I was a tyke, and I always called him Uncle John, even though he was not among...

Put Down Your Book and Read Your Dog

Put Down Your Book and Read Your Dog

Scupper was shaking so much that I thought he might spook the black ducks circling overhead. It was cold, there was some ice in the saltmarsh, but we weren’t out here long enough for him to be cold. Heck, it wasn’t even legal shooting time, so the only time he got wet...

Race at Morning

Race at Morning

William Faulkner (1897,1962) was both a literary genius and an avid sportsman. "Race at Morning," originally published in Faulkner's 1955 collection of hunting stories called Big Woods, reflects his belief that the pleasure of the hunt lies in the pursuit, not in the...