The Silent Woods

The Silent Woods

Treat the earth well; it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.  The woods are mostly silent now.  As the old man’s boots disturbed the dry autumn...
Four Timothy Murphy Poems

Four Timothy Murphy Poems

The recurring theme in Timothy Murphy’s poetry is hunting and the cruel and ruthless innocence of nature, conflating the virtues of hunting with religious values. In 1951, two recently married teachers in Hibbing, Minnesota, paid a young boy named Bobby...
Woman Gored by Neighbor’s Pet Deer

Woman Gored by Neighbor’s Pet Deer

After a Colorado woman was gored by a deer, CPW issued misdemeanor citations to the neighbor who admitted she raised deer in her home. A Black Forest, Colorado woman who told Colorado Parks and Wildlife officers she took a days-old fawn into her home more than a year...
Forget Gun Control, We Need Van Control

Forget Gun Control, We Need Van Control

If you become bored with the sport of conventional deer hunting and are considering getting behind the wheel for a more mobile approach, here are a few points of etiquette to keep in mind. Forget all that nonsense of climbing trees and chasing deer around with dogs....
The Slam of Slams

The Slam of Slams

This week on Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey… We look at a collection of Chris’ remarkable slams – the North America 29, sheep slam, turkey world slam and the spiral horns slam. Hunting slams are not about collecting trophies or checking off a...
Simple Venison Oven Stew

Simple Venison Oven Stew

Versatile to a degree that is unmatched by any other type of wild game, venison offers a doorway to fine, incredibly varied fare. Each year millions of hunters enjoy the timeless thrill of getting their deer, and the result is plenty of meat for the family table. Yet...
The Sacrifice

The Sacrifice

No whites nor shred of camo, yet Dad and I inched forward toward a Dall sheep ram just over the ridge and across a small valley.   It was the twenty third day of our hunt. For weeks we had been living like monks high in the rocky monastery of Alaska’s Chugach...