by Larry Weishuhn | Mar 21, 2025
Growing up in rural Texas, in the gravel hills near Cummins Creek just above the Gulf Coast Prairie, hunting, fishing and camping played an important role in my early life. My first real “camp” was my Dad’s enclosed dog trailer, wood walls with a tin roof, all of...
by John Burrell | Mar 20, 2025
I had an uneasy, anxious feeling as we drove to the bait tree just east of camp. It was with a bit of apprehension that I viewed my trip back to Zimbabwe and a patch of hunting land I had come to know and love. Through my long-term partnership with property owner...
by Peggy Robbins | Mar 20, 2025
A. B. Frost’s paintings captured all the tenseness & humor of sporting situations while retaining the natural characteristics of the hunter & the hunted. Because of the artist’s familiarity with human nature, his love for the sport and the...
by John Seerey-Lester | Mar 18, 2025
Precariously perched in the small tree, the hunter peered into the night, his eyes slowly adjusting to the eerie light cast by the moon. The year was 1903; the place: Sabi Sands, South Africa. Harry Wolhuter was shaking from a combination of cold and fear. What was...
by Chris Dorsey | Mar 14, 2025
Chris Dorsey was the featured Keynote Speaker at the 2025 Bobwhite Ball to open the 2025 Pheasant Fest & Quail Classic in Kansas City, Missouri. Dorsey stressed that the time is now to bring the message of hunter-based conservation to mainstream media to protect...
by Bradford O 'Connor | Mar 12, 2025
It was 2 o’clock on the afternoon of January 20, 1978, when the agent with the steamship company called my Seattle house to tell me that Jack O’Connor – my mentor, hunting partner and best friend – had just died of an apparent heart attack on the S.S. Mariposa en...
by Mike Gaddis | Mar 12, 2025
The light in the old dog’s eyes fell, and he dropped loosely back from the gate of the kennel run. He had reared . . . trembling . . . begging with all the equity of his years . . . hoping against hope to go. But the man he adored most in the world had offered only a...
by Nick Muckerman | Mar 10, 2025
Late November in the Northern Territory of Australia is wicked hot and there was no respite from the heat across the miles of floodplain where I stood. In the midday sun, the mirage made the water buffalo look like black fuzz balls on a blanket of green grass. I...
by Dr. Lloyd Newberry | Mar 10, 2025
Martha and I were excited about getting back to Tennessee for the third convention since they moved the location from Las Vegas to Nashville. The eight hour drive had been an easy trip for us in the past and we anticipated no problems. Then the day before we left we...
by Archibald Rutledge | Mar 6, 2025
The daughter of Carolina Frank is a princess by right. I became Patsy’s when she was only four weeks old, and she already showed her blue blood and all it means in a pointer pup. Sensitive, patrician and affectionate, she was not happy unless she could curl up...
