The Extraordinary Bob Swinehart
Doing things the hard way became habit. With arrows. In Africa. At the end.
Sunset Bear
I visited that spot for the rest of the season, and it was like returning to the scene of a crime and every time the sunset forced me to leave, I felt a terrible weight on my shoulders.
Hunting for “Ground” Venison
Ditch the treestand and kill your bucks at eye level.
River Spell
The secluded river and soul-quieting snow…together they would cast just the right spell for losing himself while regaining a sense of belonging. Day 1: I am all by myself in the canoe, maybe on this whole river given the time of year and the fact that for days...
Getting There
I take my time with the old men now. I take my time with the duffers I find on opening day, swapping yarns and a thermos by 9am, or posted alone on a barren ridge no deer has crossed in more than a decade. They will tell me, whether I ask or not, that they don’t...
Last Buck at Charlie’s Place
My last buck — the last to date at Charlie’s and likely the last, though the unknown has yet to reach its terminus. Distraught. That definitive aptly portrayed the sentiments of both Neal and me. Current news, while not completely unexpected, put us on alert. Near two...
On Top of the World
Bowhunting polar bears where even angels fear to tread.
Where the Buffalo Roam
It’s possible to stick Australia’s Asiatic buffalo with a bow, but be prepared for painful stalks and saltwater crocodiles.
Allen Bolen’s Record-Book Grizzly Hunt
When I prepare for a hunt, I spend time visualizing how it will happen. So, for months leading up to last spring, I pictured a big grizzly calmly feeding at 35 yards and a well-placed arrow striking him from an unidentifiable source. Just how a bear hunt should play...