The Old Bull of Sawmill Creek
How a piece of wildlife art directed one man’s hunting destiny.
How a piece of wildlife art directed one man’s hunting destiny.
Enjoying the abundance of wildlife on the American prairie.
With over-the-counter licenses and on publicly hunted Forest Service land.
“Camp…Four miles! Up, down, then up long way!” spoke my smiling Sonoran guide.
The plains were black with bison. The thunderous sound grew louder as the distance between the men and beasts quickly vanished.
With more than 50 years of experience as an Alaskan hunting guide, Jake Jacobson has encountered his fair share of mishaps, including plane accidents.
For ten minutes I held my 8x binoculars on it; then it moved. Like magic the tremendous outline of a big ram’s head came into focus, and I almost choked on a mouthful of cold bannock at the size of it.