Do you remember the “good old days,” when the only dangers an outdoor sportsman or woman had to fear were venomous snakes, bull gators, rogue boars and the occasional rabid canine? Yeah, good times, good times. My aging father is always making fun of my generation of...
After you’ve been kicking around in the outdoors hunting and fishing as long as I have, it’s pretty exciting to partake of an entirely new outdoor experience such as deer hunting with an airgun. This past week, during the peak of the cold weather pushed down by the...
Robert K. Brown, USAR (Ret.) has lived a life of incredible adventure. He served in Vietnam as a Green Beret, trained troops and fought communists alongside them in hotspots around the globe and has defended the Second Amendment via his long-held seat on the NRA Board...
A Beceite ibex stood atop an Iberian cliff across the canyon from us, its improbably long horns bowed against its rocky homeland. This was nothing new. That ram’s ancestors had posed on the same ledge while Hannibal’s elephants were lumbering through this region 2,200...
A first world problem worth solving is balancing cutting-edge technology with the atavistic simplicity and joy of hunting. A few of us achieve this with longbows and homemade arrows, some with flintlock rifles and round balls, more with 19th century lever-action...
“It was over there, in old furniture stores, junk yards and other out of the way places—where they knew nothing about old guns, and cared less, just so they could sell them at most any price—that some of the real prizes turned up, such as the Sharps coffee mill...
A woman was severely injured in an incident when a buck mule deer attacked her while on a farm near Guide Rock on Tuesday, Nov. 19, 2019. The woman was doing chores alone when she apparently was attacked by the deer. She was discovered some time later and transported...
Some damn fine mathematics, brothers and sisters, when you can put two rifles together, factor in family and years, subtract both guns and come up with a fine old straight-shooting .22 to boot. But the equation is not for the faint of heart, the weak of mind or the...
I threw in with the Swedes about 1972, broke down on my way to Alaska. Ten Mile hill outside St. Paul but my old truck only made nine of them. I called a buddy with a log chain. “Come get me!” He found me a garage on an alley behind a mansion on Summit Avenue, just...
A deer hunter’s stand should be a sacred place — a peaceful fortress of solitude where a man, woman or child can go to sit peacefully surrounded by the sights and sounds of nature on a glorious fall afternoon. It should be a place free of all care, worry and...
