EP 167: Choctaw Buffalo Hunt
Click Here to Listen Now This week Luke and Larry discuss a recent buffalo at the Choctaw Hunting lodge. It was a successful hunt with the hunters shooting the classic 1874 Sharps rifles.
Broken Down and Shot Out
When the Tin Liz breaks down five miles from home, the Old Man and the Boy discover a new way of bird-hunting. A classic from the September, 1956 issue of Field & Stream.
The Bell
The sound of the small brass bell was his link to three dogs and almost three decades of bird-hunting.
There Are Strange Things Done in the Springtime Sun
Aficionados of campfire poetry in general, or fans of the so-called “Poet of the Yukon,” Robert Service, will likely recognize that the title of this piece comes from his eerie yet wonderful poem, “The Cremation of Sam McGee.” The setting for the saga lies far from...
Introducing the Diana Bird Shooter for Her
Introducing the new Russell Moccasin “Diana Bird Shooter”, the first woman specific model in their made-to-order Premier Build program. With a 9” height, oak-leather heel counters, leather lined quarters, Double Vamp construction, and a lightweight Vibram outsole, the...
EP 166: Outdoor Cooking
Click Here to Listen Now There is no doubt food cooked in camp or in the outdoors simply tastes better, regardless of the "makings". Both Luke and Larry are adept at cooking outdoors particularly over an open-fire with cast iron. Luke too has mastered cooking with...
Quail of the Kalmias
These birds of the hills develop both a speed of flight and a finesse of dodging that are superior to anything the field birds can show.
Lost, Alone and Fighting to Survive
Troy Galow hadn’t planned to hunt that January day a few years back. But a friend of a friend was looking to shoot a “cull buck”—a nice but non-trophy animal, basically—and Galow, who makes his home in Liberty Hill, Texas, and has a deer lease on a ranch in the South...
Tooth & Hound
You can’t teach people the way of the woods in a thirty-second soundbite. You have to live it.
Hunting With a Mission on Kodiak Island
Mark, Richard and I dangle from toes and fingers on a steep slope 2,100 feet above the surf. We’ve finally broken out of the claustrophobic alder thickets, and behind us the view is spectacular—the islands of the Kodiak archipelago rise green and brown and black from...