Lessons From The Wilderness
And now, he realized, he also knew something about these woods and waters his father had hunted and fished — something deeply personal. The boy was the youngest and smallest of the cousins, so at the family's gatherings, his cousins would reluctantly let him join the...
Lost In An Alaskan Blizzard
I realized then I was on my own — alone in a vast wilderness of ice and snow. Looking above camp toward where we’d be hunting brown bears, all we could see was snow and mountains, not a tree in sight. The only thing that wasn’t white was an occasional rock sticking...
Wayne McLoughlin – Eternally Fleeting Dreams
My life outdoors began as an escape, a way to get away from people, yet now I'm involved in the outdoors because of people — the people I've met there. Over the years, the most common question I've been asked about my painting is "How did your art evolve into such...
Help Build Strong Muscles In Your Sporting Dog
SPONSORED CONTENT When it comes to optimizing performance, professional athletes know the importance of healthy muscles. The same applies to our canine athletes. Whether your sporting dog is a hardcore waterfowler or a big-running bird dog, maintaining healthy, lean...
Siberian Ibex – Heart of the Tian Shan
And here, among these crumbling cliffs and dizzying heights, I had come to hunt the Siberian Mid-Asian ibex in the dark heart and sharp teeth of dead winter. Eons ago, in a great battle of continents, the Indian and Eurasian plates collided with planetary force,...
New Zealand – A Sporting Country is Born
There was once a land with no people, no mammals, just forested mountains and clear rushing rivers since the rocks were laid down. No deer or antelope, no wolf or bear had ever left a footprint there. That place lay brooding for millions of years, a thing unto itself....
Why I Bark – Cameron the Weim
Candid Cameron Just the other day I was riding down the road – Mike drives and chauffeurs me about, as it should be – and then I saw it. Another dog on a leash being led along the highway by a hooman. I instantly let out a few loud barks — never mind Mike’s ear was...
Grizzly Hunt – Fear in Fairyland
Soon I found a path which led me over a deep gouge in a log. I realized, this was a bear path! I'd followed deer trails, but never had I walked a path used only by bears. Roland Burrows turned his boat out to sea and said, "I'll be back tonight at ten.” At...
Meeting Miss Montana – Candid Cameron
Life is full of paths to travel, and recently my path crossed the path of a celebrity — Miss Montana, alias Jessica Criss. Once I looked past her sparkling crown and flowing sash, I noted she was wearing a fur coat (ok, a faux one) but I decided she was worth my time,...
Museum of Wildlife Art in Jackson Hole
Drive north from Jackson on Highway 89, into the heart of the National Elk Refuge. If you're alert, if you know it's there and you're looking for it, you might see the museum. On the other hand, you might not, and that's intentional. When my father was stationed in...