EP 158: Campfire Talk with Luke and Larry
Click Here to Listen This week Luke and Larry discuss late season Muzzleloader hunting, ammunition selection, accuracy, distance and more.
The Short, Dangerous Life of Paul Rainey
He had it all – money, education and looks – along with an obsession for danger that would get another man killed. He was a millionaire, Arctic explorer, big game hunter and movie producer – a man who was larger than life in everything that he did. Born September 18,...
The Death of the Second Man-Eater
The end of a reign of terror unlike anything the outdoor world has ever seen.
One Versatile Beagle
Want a dog that can track rabbits, squirrels, pheasants, and wounded big game? Consider the beagle.
Great Morning
Originally published as a piece in his “Tailfeathers” column for Sports Afield, this tale is a splendid example of the author’s genius in pulling on the heartstrings of his readers. It subsequently appeared in one of the many collections of Hill’s tight, bright little...
Hunting the Crown Jewels of the UK
On a cloudy, cold, dank, boot-wearing morning, I began my hunt for the unique saber-tusked Chinese water deer. I was paralleling a hedgerow separating forest from cropland planted in rape – grown for its valuable oil-bearing seed, but extremely attractive to these...
Time to Hunt Memories
The middle of January is tough on New Hampshire bird hunters. The waterfowl and upland seasons are over, there is a foot or more of snow on the ground, and the temperature is cold. Very cold. It is hard to look forward to spring white geese and turkey hunts when they...
Illinois Odyssey
When the subject of pheasant hunting comes up, most people think of South Dakota. For bobwhite quail hunts, they envision a Southern plantation. Who thinks of upland hunting in Illinois? As a lifelong resident of this state, I can understand the lack of enthusiasm for...
An excerpt from The Kings of Curlew Island
It was Richard who showed me the huge antler—a dropped horn from a whitetail buck. Massive to a degree rarely seen, not less than five inches it measured around the handsome beading. Moreover, there were nine clear points, none mere craggy excrescences; they were...
When the Ducks Begin to Fly
The author swears off duck hunting for good, but something pulls him back into the salt marsh again.