Robert Ruark: A Man of Startling Contrasts
Robert Ruark could be a tough and cruel rogue, but he was also considerate, fun-loving and generous to a fault.
Snow Shoe Caribou
You can spend a joyous Christmas time in the woods. There is peace in the whisper of the pine, merriment in the whirling flakes and music in the north wind’s brawling monotone such as no tawdry human pageant can supply. And when evening falls and the sun has gone, and...
A Christmas Eve Swan Shoot
Two old renegades pull off an illegal nighttime hunt, despite a surprise collision and dunking. Shooting swan by night may seem hardly the correct thing in the estimation of many, but we fowlers of the wild and “feathery” West occasionally obtain under cover of the...
Bing Crosby: A Man for All Seasons
On Christmas Day in 1941, millions tuned their radios to Kraft Music Hall, NBC’s hit variety program hosted by Bing Crosby, one of Hollywood’s brightest stars and the best-selling recording artist of the 20th century. Bing was in the middle of filming Holiday Inn with...
How Pomp Saved Our Christmas
The no ’count yellow hound which strays into camp turns out to have a nose after all and takes his place among the immortals.
Rowland Ward: Entrepreneur, Publisher, Big Game Guru and Taxidermist
Although the average big-game hunter may know little if anything about the life of an individual who was a man for all seasons in the world of Victorian and Edwardian sport, Rowland Ward, virtually everyone is aware of the long-running series of record books bearing...
A Thanksgiving Deer Hunt in West Virginia
Have you ever hunted deer? I do not mean in regions where all you have to do is to go out into the forest with your guide and wait ’til one walks leisurely past you; nor do I mean where dogs drive the creature to water and you can empty the magazine of your Winchester...
Long-Range Shooting at Game
There is probably no subject connected with shooting about which so much nonsense has been written and spoken as the distance at which game can be killed with the rifle. This was bad enough in the days of muzzleloaders. It has become doubly bad in these days of...
An Artist In Big Game Country: Almost Skunked!
Often, it is my custom to make careful pencil sketches of the characteristic rocks and growth of a locality, and from time to time an adventure is the result of the quiet and waiting. On a remote lake in Maine, two deer were feeding at the water’s edge, and just...