Playhouse
A Tennessean born in 1880, Nash Buckingham holds a unique place in American literature. A graduate of Harvard and a four-letter man at the University of Tennessee Law School where he received a law degree, he excelled equally on a sports field, hunting field or in the...
Hunt for the Mystery Deer
The legendary hunter sets out to find the little ghost deer of the high Mexican desert. All of my life I had heard of a delicate little fairy deer even smaller than the regular Arizona whitetail. He’s a tiny little fellow and the smallest deer that scientists...
A Day with Egyptian Quail
In the shadows of the pyramids, the author and his odd group enjoy excellent hunting for a migratory species of quail.
Lo, the Long Brown Ridges
To the deer hunter, sometimes black is white and up is down. It all depends on your point of view. Even now, I can feel the lucid silence of a cedar swamp – tomblike, tangled, ancient as the Book. And above the swamp the brown ridge rests in perpetual peace. This is...
People Like Us Never Grow Up
This piece is being written in a bug-ridden swamp on the banks of the sluggish yellow Tana River, in northeastern Kenya, where the big elephants bugle and the baboons swear at the hunting leopards, and the lean Northern Frontier lions rumble asthmatically just outside...
Woodcock Shooting on the Upper Mississippi
In few places has there ever been woodcock shooting that for certainty of finding the birds and ease in following them equaled the sport of the bottom lands of the upper Mississippi River 20 years ago. Scarcely any of the resident sportsmen then troubled this charming...
Ruark On Safari: Gin
An excerpt from Ruark Remembered by Alan Ritchie who served as Ruark’s personal secretary for 12 years. During the next few weeks we’ve changed locations many times with a series of fIy camps, sometimes setting up without anything except mosquito nets. The whole...
Bear Hunting In Japan
This story originally appeared in the June, 1895 issue of Outing magazine. As we left the port of Yokohama for bear hunting in Japan, dropped slowly down the bay of Yedo, passed through the Uraga channel and crawled lazily southward on our way to Hiogo, no more...