The Extraordinary Bob Swinehart
Doing things the hard way became habit. With arrows. In Africa. At the end.
Arrow for a Battlewagon
It may sound strange to talk on the subject of hunting an African rhinoceros with a bow and arrow. In fact some folks thought the idea insane, and to attempt the feat sheer suicide. Despite such a negative attitude, I believed a seasoned bowhunter could do it. But I’d...
The Meeting of Pope and Young
The biggest thing to happen to archery since sticks and string.
A Letter from Aldo Leopold
The year was 1909 in America and a young, green scientist stepped boldly from a stage on the campus of Yale University, his hard-earned Master of Science degree firmly in his grasp. Now, he was a forester! Bonafide, certified and anxious. The university had captioned...
The Extraordinary Howard Hill
Viewed from the end, an imbedded arrow is an obscenely small mark, cleaving it the stuff of fairy tales. But film director William Keighley wasn’t working on a cartoon. He needed that arrow split. For real. On camera. Who better than an archer who shot as if drawing...
The Declination of a Bowhunter
For any hunter, fancies flip and flop and morph. Change seems a common entity. As a bowhunter, my lifelong hunting journey was no exception. A green vine, thumb-sized and flexible, served well for the bow – in those tender years of boyhood. A three-day life maximum...
Road To Recovery
It’s one of those things I believed would never happen to me, despite the obvious odds to the contrary. When a branch broke while climbing out of a morning treestand, resulting in a 30-foot fall onto hard-frozen ground, coming to with a stabbing pain radiating from my...
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.