Hal, a Dacotah: Hunting With the Sioux

Hal, a Dacotah: Hunting With the Sioux

The events in the following story are based on real experiences that were recorded by Henry Hastings Sibley, who used the name “Hal, a Dacotah” as a pseudonym for Spirit of the Times, a popular 19th century publication in New York.

The Ultimate Holiday Gift Guide For Sportsmen

The Ultimate Holiday Gift Guide For Sportsmen

For many, the holidays are about family, where young and old recall the magic of Christmas morning—when kids sneak wide-eyed downstairs and witness a twinkling tree surrounded by a sea of presents. Then there is the look on the face of loved ones as they open...
Birds, Bucks, Bass and Back Road Adventures

Birds, Bucks, Bass and Back Road Adventures

Sponsored Content If you’re out to score a trophy buck, outwit a black beard or engage in battle with a lunker bass then take to the back roads of Alabama’s Black Belt—a region that delivers both wild adventures, lazy pleasures, better stories and the best of...
A Thanksgiving Deer Hunt in West Virginia

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...
Swimming with the Lizard

Swimming with the Lizard

Swimming with the Lizard is one of 30 chapters in Larry Chesney’s Palmetto Creek: A tale of the South Carolina Lowcountry. Order your copy today! Never the expert butcher, it took Harry nearly an hour to gut and skin the buck, it was already 3:00, and the other boys...
The Rising of the Sun and the Running of the Deer

The Rising of the Sun and the Running of the Deer

The dogs struck in the old ricefield bottom, grown up now in a great snarl of water-trees, the bell-trunked tupelo, sweet gum and soft maple, the ground beneath a foot deep with the soggy litter from the last hurricane surge, driftwood snags and ricks of dead spartina...
Skyfall: Parallax, Parsecs & Gravity

Skyfall: Parallax, Parsecs & Gravity

I’m 10 years old and lying on the grass in the backyard of my grandfather’s rambling South Carolina farmhouse some 65 years ago. I’m staring straight up. The sun has just set, and the late fall sky is an imagination-inspiring, vibrant palette: bright yellow-orange in...