Boddington’s Best Buck

Boddington’s Best Buck

A large, dark brown bear appeared on the ridge above us. The sound of Craig’s one shot was all it took for that top predator to home in on us. Soon after being put ashore we jumped a huge buck at sixty yards that took off quartering away to the right. I told him to...
Sierra Nevada – Ibex On The Med.

Sierra Nevada – Ibex On The Med.

Alfonso extended backwards his lowered, open palm left hand indicating to stop. As I did, using his right hand he pointed toward the horizon. My eyes moved upward. There stood a young male Sierra Nevada ibex staring in our direction. “Poco, poco!” cautioned my guide...
Good Samaritan Elk

Good Samaritan Elk

There are many good Samaritan opportunities, but how do these deeds entwine bull elk with cutthroat trout? I had been living on the floor for ten days. My surgeon said I would need back surgery to repair a torn disk unless I could somehow drag myself up and start...
Properly Grounded!

Properly Grounded!

Our shipment of cattle feed arrived later than expected and took much longer to unload than I had anticipated. I badly wanted to hunt deer that afternoon. A cool front had passed through our area. Whitetails would be moving late afternoon. Sun near sinking into the...
My Old Man

My Old Man

Everyone should have an old man. I’ve got one; he’s in his 80s, and he lives on a ranch on a wide, sage-studded plain surrounded by mountains. How about your old man? Maybe he stokes a morning fire in a gray clapboard house along the Chesapeake. Down there the land...
The Jewett Gap Grizzly

The Jewett Gap Grizzly

Using a .30-30 Winchester, the one-armed hunter would finally slay the Jewett Gap Grizzly, ending its ten-year reign of terror among cattle ranchers in the Old West. In the 1890s an unusually large and savage grizzly had been marauding the livestock of ranchers in the...
The Greatest Hunter in the World

The Greatest Hunter in the World

Hey Jed, what are you doing for the next four days?” The call was from my brother who a long time ago nicknamed me Jed. “I drew a late-season elk tag and I want you to come with me. Get in your car and I’ll meet you in Cody,” he instructed. I looked over at my wife,...
Chester Saves the Day

Chester Saves the Day

As was the case the last several days, the bay and three sorrels had not moved far from where they had been hobbled the evening before. The dappled gray gelding, Chester? No telling where he had roamed. I had seen him run with tight hobbles as fast the other horses...