Final Flights

Final Flights

The rivers were overflowing, the feeder streams were gushing and the lowland roads were washed out so I couldn’t get to my woodcock coverts. But I had an idea. The rain poured down for three straight days. It wasn’t a mist or a pitter patter on the tin roof. It was...
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 U.K.’s Black Tie Event of Shooting

The U.K.’s Black Tie Event of Shooting

With the grouse moors covered in blooming heather, it’s once again time for the annual Sport of Kings: driven grouse shooting. With its abundance of heather and red grouse, Yorkshire’s undulating moors echo with gunfire each August as artfully engraved shotguns...
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...
A Sporting Dog’s Unique Nutritional Needs

A Sporting Dog’s Unique Nutritional Needs

Sporting dogs work differently, and that’s why it’s important to have nutrition that powers their specific needs and keeps them properly fueled. SPONSORED CONTENT The fascinating part of sporting dogs is that they’re all so different. Never mind the fact that you can...
Mule Deer Adventures

Mule Deer Adventures

A superlative trophy reminds us that killing doesn’t make someone a hunter. The winter’s first storm had busted out of the Arctic like a death row inmate with nothing to lose. For three days it ran roughshod along both flanks of the Canadian Rockies, emptying highways...
Hunting in the Shadows of Edmund Davis

Hunting in the Shadows of Edmund Davis

At times I may think I am unique in my hunting approach, yet the reality is I am not. Like many, I follow in the shadows of Edmund Davis. The phone rang listing a number I did not recognize. I answered. “Tom Keer.” “I had the chair.” “Terrific,” I said. “It’s...