Fair Winds, My Brother: Daufuskie Family

Fair Winds, My Brother: Daufuskie Family

Forget about deer stands,” he said. “Just boost your woman high up in a live oak late in the afternoon. That way you’ll know she’ll still be there when you come to fetch her home after sunset.”  We were on his front porch, out of the wind on a chilly afternoon, easing...

Black Dog Handlers

Black Dog Handlers

For the past 43 years, on the first Monday in March, after the close of bobwhite quail season on the fabled plantations of the Red Hills Region that that spans Tallahassee, Florida, north to Thomasville, Georgia, the invitation-only Georgia-Florida Shooting Dog...

Old Tree Stands

Old Tree Stands

If only old tree stands could talk, imagine the stories they could tell. Stories about opening days, big bucks, little bucks, deer killed, deer missed. Maybe even stories about what thoughts pass through a hunter’s mind as time goes by sitting in a deer stand.  The...

Charles Sheldon: Visionary Sportsman

Charles Sheldon: Visionary Sportsman

Born in Rutland, Vermont, on October 18, 1867, for the first three-plus decades of his life Charles Alexander Sheldon led a fairly normal upper-class existence. He came from a well-to-do family involved in marble quarrying and spent his formative years with New...

An Artist In Big Game Country: Almost Skunked!

An Artist In Big Game Country: Almost Skunked!

Often, it is my custom to make careful pencil sketches of the characteristic rocks and growth of a locality, and from time to time an adventure is the result of the quiet and waiting. On a remote lake in Maine, two deer were feeding at the water’s edge, and just...

Ezra Bogg’s Moose Hunt

Ezra Bogg’s Moose Hunt

“Yep” sighed old Ez, as he bunched a forkful of chewing and elevated it into the gap in his features, “I’ve seen ’em.  An’ I can say that jedgin’ by what I see of  ’em they’re tough customers. I hain’t a-hankerin’ to renew my acquaintance with ’em—they’re a trifle too...