Every Man Goes Out Alone
It is not a thing life prepares one for, no matter how much meat has been secured in this fashion following a successful elk or deer hunt. The name fits. Clyde. I picture a “Clyde” and see leathery features beneath a black, grease-crusted Stetson, floppy...
Deep South Bugs and Bucks: When Itches Collide
Lowcountry of South Carolina. Two-thirds of my county is underwater at high tide. If it bites, it lives here. Deer flies, horse flies, dog flies, chiggers, sand-gnats, three flavors of ticks, assassin beetles, 56 separate species of mosquitoes, any number of...
Still-Hunting Secrets Revealed
Ditch the treestand and strike out on foot. Big bucks are waiting, and lots of them.
In the Valley of the Shadow
A misfiring rifle leads to a gruesome bear attack for one California prospector.
New Year’s Eve was a Dark and Doggy Night
I did not intend to be stuck deep in the woods on a moonless night, one so dark you could feel the blackness wrap around you. But two of my beagles saw to it that New Year’s Eve 2018 was a memorable one, although less than celebratory. Anyone who has owned...
My Greatest Shot: Slinging Steel
One of several great shots featured in Sporting Classics’ Guns & Hunting 2015 issue.
Hunt Like Lewis & Clark: Use Hunting Caches
The famed explorers didn’t drag two-plus years’ worth of gear around, and neither should you.
A Splendid Old Fellow
In this fascinating excerpt from African Game Trails, TR lives up to his ‘stand firm’ philosophy as he takes on a charging lion. On this same evening we rode campward facing a wonderful sunset. The evening was lowering and overcast. The darkening plains stretched dim...