Sierra Nevada – Ibex On The Med.
Alfonso extended backwards his lowered, open palm left hand indicating to stop. As I did, using his right hand he pointed toward the horizon. My eyes moved upward. There stood a young male Sierra Nevada ibex staring in our direction. “Poco, poco!” cautioned my guide...
In the Moonlight of the Mountains
Sharing a turkey hunt with a daughter who’s growing up too fast.
The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly When You’re Trying To Hunt
Pedro Alacron and I were at a taxidermist in Cordoba, Spain to drop off my Beceite and Southeastern Ibex at a local taxidermist. They would prepare the skins and skulls for export to my taxidermist, Double Nickle Taxidermy in Texas. While filling out paperwork I...
Good Samaritan Elk
There are many good Samaritan opportunities, but how do these deeds entwine bull elk with cutthroat trout? I had been living on the floor for ten days. My surgeon said I would need back surgery to repair a torn disk unless I could somehow drag myself up and start...
Bowhunting Walkabout
Mum always said everything happens for the best. Who would of thunk a conked-out Cruiser could lead to so much bowhunting fun? Standing alone in dry, desolate outback, I feel first rage, then fear, then can do nothing but laugh out loud at my predicament. I had blamed...
Two for Two: Selous’ Double on Elephants
The author makes a perfect double on elephants during his famous African wanderings.
This Hunting Tale’s No Croc!
Motor softly and carry a big stick when you’re in croc-infested waters.
Properly Grounded!
Our shipment of cattle feed arrived later than expected and took much longer to unload than I had anticipated. I badly wanted to hunt deer that afternoon. A cool front had passed through our area. Whitetails would be moving late afternoon. Sun near sinking into the...
The Meeting of Pope and Young
The biggest thing to happen to archery since sticks and string.
My Old Man
Everyone should have an old man. I’ve got one; he’s in his 80s, and he lives on a ranch on a wide, sage-studded plain surrounded by mountains. How about your old man? Maybe he stokes a morning fire in a gray clapboard house along the Chesapeake. Down there the land...