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...
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...
https://www.sportingclassicstv.com/medias/Kim_Monson_interview.wav Denver, Colorado– Chris Dorsey appeared as a guest on the popular Kim Monson Show podcast and radio program to discuss Colorado’s shortsighted Proposition 127, and the overall problems...
Many of the literary figures from the Victorian and Edwardian eras who hunted extensively in Africa and wrote about their experiences are virtual household names among today’s armchair adventurers. Foremost among them is Theodore Roosevelt, although obviously the...
A loner by nature, the eastern bull moose is a completely different animal during the rut, when it wages savage fights for dominance with other males. In the fall of 1915, 57-year-old Theodore Roosevelt went big game hunting for the last time. It would prove to be one...
It was the last day of deer season. Dalton had not hunted all year and he questioned the point of going when the alarm sounded. Yet his wife rousted him from bed. “Go. It’s what your dad would have wanted,” she said. Dalton’s father had died the week before. A man...
This week’s episode of Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey features a dream fulfilled for the lucky winner of SCI’s Adventure of a Lifetime Sweepstakes with a hunt for big game in New Zealand and an impressive haul of prizes. Check out Sporting Classics...
Introducing the Travelling Sportsman Classic Build A Russell classic, the original Traveling Sportsman Chukka was developed for Sporting Classics magazine, who had limited space to pack for their remote international adventures. The goal was to be able to hunt, hike,...
The rustle of fallen white oak leaves littering the ground 30 feet below demanded my immediate attention. There, patches of brown moved. A deer! Heartbeat racing! Breathing? I am not certain I even took a breath. A solid hour before first light and under the cover of...
Forget about deer stands,” he said. “Just boost your woman high up in a live oak late in the afternoon. That way you’ll know she’ll still be there when you come to fetch her home after sunset.” We were on his front porch, out of the wind on a chilly afternoon, easing...
