Hunting with Babe Ruth

Hunting with Babe Ruth

One word said it all — the greatest baseball player ever, a man who batted big and lived bigger. Babe combined incredible charisma with athletic genius. He hit like a dreadnought, was outspoken, uninhibited, profane, occasionally arrogant to teammates, often unruly...
Remembering Grandpa Joe

Remembering Grandpa Joe

I flat-out worshiped Grandpa Joe. His folksy wisdom, the wonderful times I enjoyed in his company as a youngster, and what he taught me when it came to living close to the good earth endeared him to me. He died a half century ago, and in fairness and from hindsight, I...
Man-Eaters: Tiger, Tiger, in the Night

Man-Eaters: Tiger, Tiger, in the Night

Elsewhere, man-eaters were quickly shot. In Corbett’s India, they kept killing. Deeply rutted pads and a cleft across the right forefoot distinguished the prints of the eldest cat. The toes were also exceptionally long. By February 1929, the tigers – by their sign an...
Watch: When Dangerous Game Charges

Watch: When Dangerous Game Charges

A look at four hunts for dangerous game – Cape buffalo, brown bear, elephant, and hippopotamus – all ending with a heart-pounding climax as the animals charge at the hunter.   View more videos just like this at Chris Dorsey’s Outdoor World on...
When the Turkeys Busted Loose

When the Turkeys Busted Loose

Me and Poach and the Window Wizard, walking this scrubby sheep pasture west of town. Sheep got buck teeth and clip the grass right down to the dirt. Canada thistle and prickly ash take over, tight clumps around the boulders the glaciers brought when they came and...
Give The Gift Of Outdoor Adventure For Father’s Day

Give The Gift Of Outdoor Adventure For Father’s Day

For many hunters and anglers, the first memories in the field come from moments shared with their fathers – the pre-dawn wake-up nudge, breakfast sandwiches in the car, instructions whispered to nervous ears, and photographs that freeze time and capture memories...
Moose Work

Moose Work

I’d been suckered back in. Suckered back to bowhunt moose in Alaska. I should’ve known better. I’d visited Southeast Alaska three times before, culminating in some of the worst hunts of my existence.  My first trip was the worst. A friend and I hunted two weeks as...
Thunder in Bear Canyon

Thunder in Bear Canyon

We knew they were there. We’d first seen them a year ago this past September—a mama bear and her three cubs working the upper end of, appropriately enough, Bear Canyon.  She was in superb shape, a real veteran and obviously a master at her craft, for each of her cubs...