His interests were narrow but deep—deep as the deep blue sea. Joshua Slocum was born to a sea-faring life in 1844, “on a cold spot on coldest North Mountain on a cold February 20,” back when ships were wood and men were iron. His granddaddy was an American Quaker, a...
Good covey dogs are, as Lincoln said of Civil War generals, “as plenty as blackberries.” Hardy, spirited rangers that will put up whatever there is to be put up and give you your money’s worth day in and day out. That is, in good bird country. But if you are ever...
This week, Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey returns to Brays Island to celebrate the sporting life in the Lowcountry. Host Chris Dorsey and Brays Island neighbor General Walter Boomer invite Dan Flavin, Walther Arms’ Jens Krogh and Sporting Classics’...
The following chapter is from We’ll Do It Tomorrow by John P. Faris, Jr. In this collection of stories, John takes us along the creeks and rivers of his native Laurens Country, South Carolina to shoot mallards and wood ducks. He also tells of unusual yet...
The following is a tale from Michael Altizer’s book RAMBLINGS—TALES FROM THREE HEMISPHERES about two longtime hunting buddies and one significant dove hunt. With more than 240-pages and 25 chapters this book documents the author’s hunting and fishing journeys,...
I know a sure cure for February cabin fever. It’s just as well that February is the shortest month of the year. My grandfather used to maintain that it was so brief because it offered as large a dose of foul-weather misery as anyone could endure, and in many...
Defunding efforts that promote getting kids outdoors is antithetical to the current administration’s own stated goals of addressing America’s psychological woes. As America faces a storm of geopolitical threats, endures a flood of fentanyl streaming across a largely...
Click Here to View All These materials all have been collected by Jim Casada, a longtime student of Archibald Rutledge and the editor of five works bringing together Old Flintlock’s enduring outdoor tales on a variety of subjects. Collectively they represent a solid...
Other hats await, too. Hats I will someday own. I don’t read the girly magazines any longer, but I’m still dog-earing and sweating up the catalogs. The boys blew ashore just a little after four. They had started out in the wee hours aboard the Marsh Hen, a...