Arthur Burdett Frost – The Sportsman’s Artist
A. B. Frost's paintings captured all the tenseness & humor of sporting situations while retaining the natural characteristics of the hunter & the hunted. Because of the artist's familiarity with human nature, his love for the sport and the creatures of the...
Papa’s Cuba: Hemingway’s Home Away from Home
Cuba offers a party atmosphere: sunshine, sparkling seas and miles of white sand. It also offers some of the best cocktails and cigars on Earth. But as anyone knows who visits here, when it comes to attractions, its people are its greatest stock in trade. Cubans are...
Jake Peavy’s Southern Falls Plantation
A Sportsman’s Paradise Known for its fertile soils and trophy hunting, the Black Belt region is a truly distinctive corner of the country. What’s even more unique in the region is the former home and estate of Major League Baseball All-Star Jake Peavy. Tucked away in...
Winchester Lofts
In my late teens, the Connecticut drinking age was a youthful 18 years of age. As a result, my buddies and I spent time knocking around in the closest city, which was New Haven. Sometimes we hit a place called the Brewery that sold 130-something different types of...
Oneida Moccasin
Famous for its use between WWI and WWI with the U.S. Army to build dirigibles for early warning against German subs, the Russell Moccasin Oneida continues to have a strong fan base today. The smooth but tough molded leather outsoles were essential to prevent any tears...
Do You Write, Mr. Faulkner?
The hunt and the wilderness were more than just an escape for William Faulkner. They also taught him patience and self, discipline and were the inspiration for some of his greatest literary works. Early on the morning of November 10, 1950, William Faulkner received a...
Eating A Mountain
I take off one afternoon to run up a mountain above my home to look for the false morels that sometimes grow in the burned forests there. It’s one of the mountains that feeds my family, one of the mountains on which we are fortunate enough some years to take a deer or...
Roger Pinckney: High Priest of Daufuskie Island
Most of us can say where we were when some big historic event happened. Well, I can also tell you where I was the very first time I ever read Roger Pinckney. Yes, that first paragraph of his was just that good. When I first discovered Roger,I had just recently...
The Old Timer, Wandering Always Like The Wind
I have often sat, solitary, in twilight's slow dissolution to gray, awaiting the unmistakable sound of hooves as they rustle their way through the dusk. It is a time of relentless solitude, and in the whispered vespers of the hemlocks, there is a fleeting sadness that...
The Day I Found Myself – A Wood Duck Hunt
The day I found myself, the wood duck came full-speed. From upriver and darting among cypress and willows — spilling air from his wings. Things had not been going particularly well, one single and specific vehicle of distress difficult to identify. Perhaps it was...