A Week Before Christmas

A Week Before Christmas

One morning, a December long-ago, a week before Christmas, Bob walked into a local store in Millerton, New York. The owner, Phil, a friend, was behind the counter taking care of a customer as Bob came in from the cold. “Late night, Bob,” he said. That wasn’t a...

The Irish Setter: A Victim of Its Own Beauty

The Irish Setter: A Victim of Its Own Beauty

Askew’s Carolina Lady was, and is, the foundation female—the Eve, if you will—of the field-type Irish setter as we know it today. One day a friend of Ned LeGrande’s stopped by to visit him at his Willow Winds Farm, near Douglassville in southeastern Pennsylvania. At...

Easy Street Elk

Easy Street Elk

While most elk hunting stories begin with vivid words about climbing steep and tall mountains, many long hours spent sitting glassing into timbers and then moving from location to location to glass into more brush—I missed all that effort and wasted time on one elk...

The Light At Middle Ground

The Light At Middle Ground

Fall is fading fast. Naked branches click like dry bones in the wind, and the choppy, pewter-toned lake mirrors an apocalyptic sky. Winter’s wrath brooks no quarter when the wicked weather turns minutes into hours, and few know its fury better than the late-season...

Road To Recovery

Road To Recovery

It’s one of those things I believed would never happen to me, despite the obvious odds to the contrary. When a branch broke while climbing out of a morning treestand, resulting in a 30-foot fall onto hard-frozen ground, coming to with a stabbing pain radiating from my...