Death Wore A Lion Skin
The lion came in low and very fast, seemingly out of nowhere. Pete Barrett saw Henry Poolman knocked aside, and the next thing he remembered he was looking down at the top of the great cat’s head, and it had his left forearm between its jaws and was crunching down on...
Lowcountry Magic: Return to Brays Island
This week, Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey returns to Brays Island to celebrate the sporting life in the Lowcountry. Host Chris Dorsey and Brays Island neighbor General Walter Boomer invite Dan Flavin, Walther Arms' Jens Krogh and Sporting Classics' Wayne Nanney...
Mollygrubs Messer: Of Pointers and Polecats
The Misadventures Of Mollygrubs Messer Episode 9: Of Pointers And Polecats Mischance, malarkey, and being the target of adolescent misfortune ran through the teenage years of Mollygrubs Messer like colorful thread binding the top of tow sacks. On one occasion,...
Grouse of the Little Hills
I have always felt that the ruffed grouse is the wariest, the swiftest and the most beautiful gamebird in the world. The bronzed magnificence of old gobblers allures me; so does the gleam of sunlight on the tall and craggy antlers of the whitetail. Yet a hunting...
First Deer
The following chapter is from We'll Do It Tomorrow by John P. Faris, Jr. In this collection of stories, John takes us along the creeks and rivers of his native Laurens Country, South Carolina to shoot mallards and wood ducks. He also tells of unusual yet successful...
High Peril on Polychrome Mountain
For two bone-chilling days, he pursued the rams unrelentingly, from dawn to dark, scaling precipitous cliffs, inching across narrow ledges and sliding down icy slopes. March 9. While climbing the mountains the past few days, I had been uncomfortable because of warmer...
Never Give Up
Feather serves as an object lesson in the art of not only living with a disability, but achieving goals that the rest of the world tries to tell you are unattainable.
Up Front
It may take a right to the jaw or a secret whisper, but defending your honor (and saving your skin) is never easy when your arch enemy is bigger and faster than you are. It's not easy to be a native son of Texas, a Good Ol’ Boy, and not care a thing about horses....
Ghosts in the Ravine
I'm not a superstitious man. I’m not afraid of ghosts. It’s just a skull I tell myself, but contemplate my pale, frail host. Author's Note: While it appeared in the fall 2020 Guns & Hunting issue of Sporting Classics magazine, I wrote this little poem/story for...
Roosevelt the Rifleman
With horse and rifle he explored frontiers, indulging a lust that would transcend politics. “Every sense keyed up...I pushed forward the safety of the double-barreled Holland rifle. As I stepped to one side [to aim], the rhino saw me and jumped to his feet with the...