Reluctant Rhino

Reluctant Rhino

The rivers that bounded Juja Farm, not only the Athi, but the Nairobi and Rewero, contained hippopotami and crocodiles in the deep pools. I was particularly anxious to get one of the former, and early one morning Judd and I rode off across the plains, through the...
On the Red

On the Red

During the past millennium, I was fortunate to spend time in northern Texas as a wildlife biologist and hunting in south-central Oklahoma a few miles north of the Red River, the border between our two states. Drawing from my experience as a biologist and as well as a...
The Short, Dangerous Life of Paul Rainey

The Short, Dangerous Life of Paul Rainey

He had it all – money, education and looks – along with an obsession for danger that would get another man killed.  He was a millionaire, Arctic explorer, big game hunter and movie producer – a man who was larger than life in everything that he did. Born September 18,...
The Heart of a Sheep Hunter

The Heart of a Sheep Hunter

Wind seems to be an almost constant on mountain peaks in sheep country. Exposed on a ridgeline in Idaho’s highest mountain range, the wind whipped hard and relentlessly as our party of three picked apart the terrain with spotting scopes mounted on tripods.  It had...
The Promised Land

The Promised Land

It was one of those golden autumn days you read about and, as they worked their way through the stand of bluestem grass and past the little plum thicket at the bottom, Dean couldn’t help but smile at Maggie, the pup, bouncing along with all the exuberance of a...
The Surrender

The Surrender

The old man sat on the cold ground leaning against a cherry tree, taking in the fields before him. Harvest time was past, and a cornfield lay fallow under the slate gray sky of a cold fall day. The stalks lay broken and twisted from the event; their bounty taken. The...
An Unreal Buck

An Unreal Buck

“Y’all be inside our preserve, where we hunt whitetails before the opening of Oklahoma’s regular deer seasons,” said Dusty Vickrey, manager of the Choctaw Hunting Lodge. “The enclosure is big with a lot of hardwoods and pines, deep cuts, tall grass and extremely dense...
The Wonderful Fool

The Wonderful Fool

Harrison walked out of the room, smiling and easy on the razor-thinness that was the surface of himself, closing the door quietly on the still woman in the bed and the nurse with the calm professional air. Doctor Joe was there, an old friend with whom he’d killed a...