by Robert Murphy | Nov 5, 2026
The half-breed, Peter Bellise, beached the canoe, stepped out, and pulled it up on the shore. He was a stocky man, barrel-chested and muscled like a bull, but graceful; his swarthy, pleasant face was a little thin because he had just returned from a hard month in the...
by Sporting Classics Daily | Aug 31, 2026
Make sure to catch this week’s episode of Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey as host Chris Dorsey heads north for an epic adventure to hunt the largest land carnivore on Earth – polar bear. The series airs on Outdoor Channel in prime-time every Thursday...
by Wayne van Zwoll | Aug 27, 2026
A witless beast could hardly inflict the trials, even perils, visited on caribou hunters. Could it? Had the rain paused more often, I might have looked longer. But the ceiling had a deliberate set, as if the low, lugubrious clouds were screwed in place. Dawn’s veil of...
by Chris Dorsey | Mar 24, 2026
The hunt for the tundra’s legendary white bears. In the land where the geese, fox, owls, hares and grouse are white, why should the bears be any different? Head to the western shore of Canada’s Hudson Bay and you’ll find yourself amid the richest polar bear territory...
by Robert W. Service | Feb 27, 2026
An unlikely life. He was an English banker who ran off to America at an early age. He nearly starved in Mexico, bunked in a California bordello. He passed himself as a cowboy, farmer, lumberjack, Yukon dog-musher and gold miner. He drove an ambulance in the First War...
by Chet Fitzgerald | Sep 26, 2022
A sheep-turned-grizzly hunt along the Canadian border.
by Ken Kirkeby | May 9, 2022
Part II Of Ice and Men I helped him get to his feet and got him moving toward camp. He walked like a crippled man. I quickly pulled the cord attached to my pack and it came up full of water. I turned it upside down and jammed the frame into the snow. I left the rifles...
by Jaques Rutten | Apr 21, 2022
Generally, he would have welcomed the chance to leave the hunter behind and go alone to finish the hunt. It would’ve been a good way to end his bear-hunting career. But this time, he couldn’t. Kernels of snow splashed from the tracks for several feet in...
by Scott Brosvik | Mar 3, 2022
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...
by John Whinery | Feb 2, 2022
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...
