Thunder in Bear Canyon

Thunder in Bear Canyon

We knew they were there. We’d first seen them a year ago this past September—a mama bear and her three cubs working the upper end of, appropriately enough, Bear Canyon.  She was in superb shape, a real veteran and obviously a master at her craft, for each of her cubs...

Ibex Adventures in Spain

Ibex Adventures in Spain

Not long after meeting our English-speaking guides, “actually government officials” in charge of the management of the Sierra de Francia Mountains, we were on a steep mountainside when a group of rams erupted from their beds to dash up and over a mine field of...

Wing-Shooting Scotland In October

Wing-Shooting Scotland In October

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...

Our Gobbler

Our Gobbler

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 Meat Dog

The Meat Dog

“Any dog courageous enough to bust himself up to point a bird for me earns my respect. And it is for their tireless and gritty hard work that I am forever grateful.”