A Return to Roe Hunting in Sweden (Part 1 of 3)
It was at a sportsman’s convention in 2026 when I stopped by Stefan and Sofia Bengtsson’s Scandinavian Prohunter’s booth to confirm my roe deer hunt in Sweden. I drooled over the photos Stefan showed me of bucks his hunters had harvested since I had last hunted roe...
Old Scar Hip and Assorted Bruins
Old Scar Hip actually climbed the ladder to my stand. I sat inches away from his nose, contorted so that drawing the bow was impossible. That ladder was behind me. How this boar had collected his grisly name was uncertain. Perhaps an errant arrow while still in his...
Harry Selby “Bwana Haraka”
“Clients tend to see their white hunter as a father…. He looms in their imagination. They are proud of him, and should he happen to visit them at their home in the northern hemisphere they will make sure that as many of their friends as possible meet him and see...
A Night with the White Goats
Having hunted elk, sheep and other big game through the West in previous years, we were anxious to add a goat’s head to our modest collection. After many inquiries for a “sure place,” we started for Lake Chelan in the State of Washington. We left the railway at...
Legendary Game Warden Forrest Hanks
“There’s only two things to fear in Alleghany County— that’s God, and Forrest Hanks.” The Texas firing range was hot as blue blazes, but not as hot as Forrest Hanks’ M1. His Garand boomed, each time the .30-’06 bullet ripping another dime-sized hole in the...
Wolving (With Complications)
It began with a lucky shot. a cave and a rattlesnake furnished the complications.
Ghost Light on the Land’s End Road
I was suddenly awash in pale blue phosphorescence and I briefly reckoned poor ventilated Private Quigley had his chilly arms around me! Right turn at Frogmore, south down a dozen miles of two-lane island blacktop, through woods and swamps and fields, to old Fort...
Grizzly Encounter
Rick bent to one knee checking blood splatters on three-day-old snow crunching under his weight. It appeared pinkish—possibly lung blood. Staring up the hill, his gaze followed the mule deer’s tracks running straight to the top before disappearing into exposed rocks....