Hemingway’s Cuban Hideout
In part two of “In Pursuit of Papa,” the author heads outside the U.S. for clues about the famed sporting scribe.
Bob Ruark and the Boy
Bob Ruark left every lover of nature, every hunter and fisherman a bountiful legacy. To virtually all contemporary lovers of fine sporting literature, not to mention the millions who came to know him through his biting newspaper columns or best-selling novels, the...
A Country Store
What a store was doing out in the middle of nowhere I didn’t know, but there it was. I should never have had that second green chili burrito. The gas in my stomach told me I had made a big mistake and it was getting worse by the minute. I had finished my sales...
A Place of Wind
The fundamental issue with Alaska Southeast is there’s so much for the sportsman to do and so little time to do it, despite the kind of dogged weather that can change your hopes and plans in a heartbeat. There are a variety of outdoor distractions in Southeast, but...
No More Mr. Nice Guy
He just wasn’t going to take it anymore: the snow and cold and bass that seldom grow much bigger than your bait. No. The time had come to pull out all the stops in one last-ditch, hell-bent-for-whatever quest for a trophy bass… a gut-wrenching, arm-busting, heart-pounding wallhanger of a fish.
No Such Thing as a Bad Day Fishing
The bumper sticker read: A bad day fishing is better than a good day at work. I was sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic wondering how I had allowed myself to get in such a frustrating situation. Like all of the other miserable souls around me, I was growing more...
Bones In the Heat
At first light, Core Hart climbed the outside spiral stair onto his flat roof. He sat down at the rooftop picnic table and, using a spotting scope, scanned the turtle grass flat that was his front yard. A half mile out, at the edge of the flat, he marked a pod of...
The Whisper in the Grey of Morning
America had been attacked with a murderous sucker punch. That day of infamy stirring the deep soul of a patriotic nation. Lines of young men eager to join the fight for their country wrapped around city blocks and through town squares. Women rolled up their sleeves...