Visions of the Bight
And it shall come to pass in those days that your young men shall see visions and your old men shall dream dreams.
A Rabbit Chase On Ice
All night it rained and froze. I could hear through the slightly opened windows the steady drip, drip, drip, and the low, clattering sound of the swaying branches, like the rattle of glass-pendants on a chandelier. Toward morning, the rain ceased and it turned very...
Nashville To Host Ultimate Hunting Show: SCI
If you walk the rows of the Safari Club International Convention—known as the Super Bowl of hunting shows—prepare for sensory overload. Every aisle is a trail leading to different adventures across the globe. Perhaps there’s a buffalo safari in Tanzania, a brown bear...
Buffalo Bill: Famous Hunting Parties of the Plains
No individual so personified the American West and spirit of the late 1800s as William Frederick “Buffalo Bill” Cody. Pony Express rider, scout and legendary hunter, Buffalo Bill and his popular Wild West show toured the U.S. and Europe for more than 30 years. Cody...
When Wolves Come Calling
I spotted a dark figure moving in the dense north Canada forest to my left, and my mind somehow convinced me it was a black bear headed my way—no need to move or be ready. I was hunting wolves. Moments earlier I ceased calling when four wolves suddenly appeared down...
Chris Dorsey to be Keynote Speaker at Quail Forever’s 2025 Bobwhite Ball
Chris Dorsey has been named Featured Keynote Speaker at the 2025 Bobwhite Ball to open the 2025 Pheasant Fest & Quail Classic, March 7-9 in Kansas City, Missouri. The Bobwhite Ball is a fundraising event celebrating Quail Forever’s 20th Anniversary, highlighting...
Fine Guns, Fine Dogs
My introduction to quail hunting came nearly two decades ago on an old family plantation in the piney woods of South Georgia. Since that unforgettable moment in that picturesque woodland, I’ve been hooked on quail hunting.
Roger Pinckney: High Priest of Daufuskie Island
Most of us can say where we were when some big historic event happened. Well, I can also tell you where I was the very first time I ever read Roger Pinckney. Yes, that first paragraph of his was just that good. When I first discovered Roger,I had just recently...
John Madison Culler: Tinkhamtown Bound
The old man holds my hand in a frosty grip. But his weak, raspy voice and eyes warmly thank me for being his friend for almost 50 years. Staring past his fish tank and sagging shelves of sporting books through a window and into the far distance, he silently raises his...
Finding Socrates
The story of how a boy found a stray puppy that went on to be a great pheasant dog for him and his dad. A dog surprised us the spring of my 10th birthday when Aunt Helen banged the screen door behind her. As she shuffled in the dark of dawn toward the Sunday paper, a...