At Greystone Castle, It’s Great Being the King
The Greystone Castle Sporting Club did not, like a phoenix, arise from a bed of ashes. This superb Texas hunting and shooting facility did, however, end up being built, in good measure, on a pile of bricks. The story begins in the late 1800s when a large vein of coal...
Kentuck Turkey Tango
Some 480 million years ago, plate tectonics waltzed the lapetus oceanic plate into what is today’s United States to form part of the supercontinent, Pangaea. For a hundred million years afterward, the Central Pangean Mountains lifted skyward, as high as the Alps....
EP: 164 The Never Give Up Buck
Click Here to Listen Now Thanks to Texas’ Managed Land Deer Permit, properties under the program can hunt whitetails until the last day of February. In this episode Larry and Luke talk about a buck, Larry initially passed in November, and then the long subsequent hunt...
If You Can’t Lick the Weather, Join It!
“The only way to handle weather,” said the Old man, “is to know what to do with it – and use it accordingly”
The Mysterious Red Ghost
A camel carrying a ghastly burden would haunt the locals for years on end.
A Thousand Rebel Yells
It was black dark and there was the disarming gush of the swollen, little stream, and I could only sense the rise of the earth above me. But I had done battle here before. I could feel it in my bones, as in the ghostly lines of Mary Fahl's "Going Home," from Gods and...
The Steakhouse Stickup
Hugo, Minnesota, straight up U.S. 61, the murderous old two-lane between St. Paul and Duluth. Up and down some timbered red-iron hills, around others, potholed, icy sometimes, frosty others, slick always, so deadly Bob Dylan wrote it into a song: “God said to Abraham,...
Notes on Dangerous Game
The Third Tanganyika Letter This article originally appeared in the July 1934 issue of Esquire magazine. In the ethics of shooting dangerous game is the premise that the trouble you shoot yourself into you must be prepared to shoot yourself out of. Since a man making...
Hunting Rhinoceros On the Upper Nile
In the last despairing hope of obtaining fresh supplies from Kampala by the road from Uganda to the Upper Nile, I remained at Wadelai, Emin Pasha’s old station, for upward of a month. Lieutenant Cape, R. A., was in command of the station, and together we went into the...
Last Waltz
Though I had known her for nearly two decades, I had never seen her like this. I had first come to her in autumn, myself still nearly a youth, her lovely, angular shoulders discreetly draped in purple and amber and varying shades of gold, glowing soft and warm as she...