Black-Horn Buck 

Black-Horn Buck 

Toward the close of a glorious day in late September, I had gone down to the river from home to roam the wilderness of a neighboring plantation. The noble house that once stood on the bluff overlooking the lower reaches of the Santee was burned more than a century...

A Rush of Black

A Rush of Black

We stood now in the shade of the trees with great smooth trunks, circled at their base with the line of roots that showed in rounded ridges up the trunks like arteries; the trunks the yellow green of a French forest on a day in winter after rain. But these trees had a...

Passing The Buck

Passing The Buck

First published in the November, 1974 issue of Florida Sportsman, this piece is included in Dickey’s Backtrack (1977). As he so often does, the author takes a mundane matter and has you smiling in short order. The biggest problem in going hunting is that you might...

Binding An Elephant

Binding An Elephant

The flight from Atlanta to Johannesburg provides those unwilling to embrace the charms of Ambien with ample opportunity to think. In point of fact, beyond ample. It offers a rare and uninterrupted block of time that is best used for pondering complex issues in great...

When the Hounds Bark Treed

When the Hounds Bark Treed

“They’re treed! Let’s go, let’s go, lets go!” shouted my dad while taking off at a fast trot. I did my best to follow. My six-year-old legs were not long enough to equal my Dad’s stride, but I followed as best I could at a near all-out run. Soon, Dad was a hundred...