by Larry Weishuhn | Jul 17, 2026
“Planes, trains and automobiles!” said Mark Little with a broad smile as we boarded the train in Malmo, Sweden in route to the Copenhagen airport and the second leg of our Scandinavian Prohunters’ three-nation roe deer hunt. Both Carol Little and I had taken really...
by Wayne van Zwoll | Jul 15, 2026
In Kenya he found big game and adventurous women–peril and economic ruin, too. He relished the risks. They started on the Congo, at the former slaving hub, Stanleyville, in a steel boat bought from a Belgian trader. Its three-ton capacity belied its small size....
by Larry Weishuhn | Jul 15, 2026
It was at a sportsman’s convention in 2026 when I stopped by Stefan and Sofia Bengtsson’s Scandinavian Prohunter’s booth to confirm my roe deer hunt in Sweden. I drooled over the photos Stefan showed me of bucks his hunters had harvested since I had last hunted roe...
by Anthony Dyer | Jul 13, 2026
I remember with pleasure how some 15 years ago a hunt for a big bull elephant was rewarded with a grand trophy shot in the most dramatic conditions, in the classic style. A young, active American brought his bride on safari with me, and his principal interest for the...
by Tony Kinton | Jul 13, 2026
Old Scar Hip actually climbed the ladder to my stand. I sat inches away from his nose, contorted so that drawing the bow was impossible. That ladder was behind me. How this boar had collected his grisly name was uncertain. Perhaps an errant arrow while still in his...
by Ron Spomer | Jul 10, 2026
First, let’s get the all-round 375 H&H out of the way. Fine though it is, it’s been dominating Africa rifles discussions too long. Yes, this may indeed be the ultimate one-gun option. With the right bullets at the right muzzle velocity this 111-year-old cartridge...
by Clint Rock | Jul 10, 2026
“Oh, no,” the old woman said as she pulled the curtain back from the kitchen window for a better view. “There he goes again!” The old man looked up from the newspaper. “Who goes where?” “Your grandson,” she said. “You only call him my grandson when he’s acting up.”...
by Art Isberg | Jul 9, 2026
The long pull uphill meant standing on both the bicycle pedals pumping for all I was worth. Sweat rolled down my face to top out as our small town faded away behind me. At the top stood an old abandoned almond orchard, or what was left of one. Scraggily trees with...
by Tony Kinton | Jul 6, 2026
Responses vary greatly when someone hears the unexpected. There may be a blank stare or emphatic sigh or even a look of mild alarm. There may be the sudden gasp accentuated with a rhetorical, “Really?” This is not so much a question as it is spontaneous disbelief. Or...
by Ernest Hemingway | Jul 2, 2026
We stood now in the shade of the trees with great smooth trunks, circled at their base with the line of roots that showed in rounded ridges up the trunks like arteries; the trunks the yellow green of a French forest on a day in winter after rain. But these trees had a...
