He was an older man with a look that hearkened back to the days of draft horses in logging rigs and two-man flat saws…he was a complete throwback. He pulled a pipe from his mackinaw and lit it, all the while carefully surveying the scene, moving only his eyes....
William R. Leigh ranks with Russell and Remington as one of the great eyewitness artists of the Old West. But his finest works may be of wildlife and sporting subjects. William Robinson Leigh was nearly 40 years old when he traveled to the Southwest in 1906. Disgusted...
The most rarefied air on Earth is the painfully thin atmosphere between you and the malignant stare of a wounded Cape buffalo. The tiny bit of oxygen on the top of Mt. Everest must seem like molasses by comparison. You are connected in a wild, primordial way, as he...
“I don’t want to bunt every time. I’m going to swing for the fence.” Jay Kemp is explaining how his most successful painting came to life. He wanted to paint a big bull elk, he says, running a hand through his hair, green eyes looking beyond...
I had an uneasy, anxious feeling as we drove to the bait tree just east of camp. It was with a bit of apprehension that I viewed my trip back to Zimbabwe and a patch of hunting land I had come to know and love. Through my long-term partnership with property owner...
It’s cold and gray. That time of year when you gaze out the window, your breath condensing on the glass, and let your mind wander. The Portuguese have a term they call “Saudade.” It doesn’t translate well to English, but it connotes a deep longing for...
Fresh off my annual multi-state fall hunting tour — part of the occupational hazard of being an outdoor television host, former magazine editor and book author (I know, it’s a dirty job…) — it seems an opportune time to assess the state of hunting. That is, with more...
Blacktail hunting in California vineyards is an uncommon pursuit because California vineyard blacktails are an uncommon animal. Texans have a saying. Don’t Californicate Texas. Keep your ground hugging Ferraris, man buns and cappuccinos on the Left Coast. Texas is the...
This week on Candid Cameron, the Weim speaks of going to deer camp and finding the best of a situation where he doesn’t get to hunt. If you have been reading my columns here, you know I live to hunt—birds! When Mike announced another hunting road trip, I was in...
A Deer Hunter is Born I was only 14 in the fall of 1956, but I was already a passionate pheasant hunter. Once the hunting season opened, while the other guys were at football practice or shooting pool and playing the pinball machines a Mel’s Grill, you could...
