I’d been suckered back in. Suckered back to bowhunt moose in Alaska. I should’ve known better. I’d visited Southeast Alaska three times before, culminating in some of the worst hunts of my existence. My first trip was the worst. A friend and I hunted two weeks as...
Ever the tomboy, Belle Baruch hunted and fished, chased German spies, surprised her family with equestrian triumphs and scandalous affairs. When it was all done, she willed 17,500 acres for public education.
With ample rainfall, healthy cover, and an abundance of quail in the summer of 2010, hunters in the Rolling Plains region of West Texas anticipated another bumper crop of their beloved birds the following season. Instead, the birds vanished, leaving biologists...
We knew they were there. We’d first seen them a year ago this past September—a mama bear and her three cubs working the upper end of, appropriately enough, Bear Canyon. She was in superb shape, a real veteran and obviously a master at her craft, for each of her cubs...
Not long after meeting our English-speaking guides, “actually government officials” in charge of the management of the Sierra de Francia Mountains, we were on a steep mountainside when a group of rams erupted from their beds to dash up and over a mine field of...
Last October was a special month. I was in Scotland, and for two days I hunted red grouse in the moors near Inverness — one day of driven birds and one day of walk-up. It was the trip of a lifetime with friends and family. Excitement rode beside us as we...