Deep South Bugs and Bucks: When Itches Collide
Lowcountry of South Carolina. Two-thirds of my county is underwater at high tide. If it bites, it lives here. Deer flies, horse flies, dog flies, chiggers, sand-gnats, three flavors of ticks, assassin beetles, 56 separate species of mosquitoes, any number of...
Still-Hunting Secrets Revealed
Ditch the treestand and strike out on foot. Big bucks are waiting, and lots of them.
In the Valley of the Shadow
A misfiring rifle leads to a gruesome bear attack for one California prospector.
New Year’s Eve was a Dark and Doggy Night
I did not intend to be stuck deep in the woods on a moonless night, one so dark you could feel the blackness wrap around you. But two of my beagles saw to it that New Year's Eve 2018 was a memorable one, although less than celebratory. Anyone who has owned beagles...
My Greatest Shot: Slinging Steel
One of several great shots featured in Sporting Classics’ Guns & Hunting 2015 issue.
Hunt Like Lewis & Clark: Use Hunting Caches
The famed explorers didn’t drag two-plus years’ worth of gear around, and neither should you.
A Splendid Old Fellow
In this fascinating excerpt from African Game Trails, TR lives up to his ‘stand firm’ philosophy as he takes on a charging lion. On this same evening we rode campward facing a wonderful sunset. The evening was lowering and overcast. The darkening plains stretched dim...
Want The Ultimate NFL Experience? Take The Leap To Lambeau
There’s a joke that’s made the rounds for years in Green Bay that speaks to the nostalgia surrounding one of the NFL’s oldest teams: How many Packers fans does it take to change a lightbulb? I dunno, how many? Three—one to change the bulb and two to remember how good...
Christmas for Two
“Look out, Dad!” Through the network of brown November branches I could see into the little open where my father watched for the driven grouse. This was the shot he loved best in all bird shooting. He had taught me its strategy the I was twelve, taught me right here...
Snow Shoe Caribou
You can spend a joyous Christmas time in the woods. There is peace in the whisper of the pine, merriment in the whirling flakes and music in the north wind’s brawling monotone such as no tawdry human pageant can supply. And when evening falls and the sun has gone, and...