Escape From A Hell Hole
Finding a big billy wasn’t difficult, but getting his trophy out of the mountain wilderness would become the most perilous struggle of his life.
Springtime at Brays Island
SPONSORED CONTENT It is springtime at Brays Island. Turkey hunting is in full swing, the redfish are biting, cobia season is just around the corner, and the weather is perfect for a day on the sporting clays course, golf course, or equestrian trail. Owning property at...
Buffalo Hunting in Northern Tanzania
In the weeks leading up to our safari, Reid Freeman insisted that on this, his first, he’d go slow on buffalo, wait until he’d gotten a feel for them, maybe stalk a few with me and see how it all worked, maybe not hunt them at all. That sensible plan worked for about...
Not Perfect, but Close Enough
The gobbler silently stepped from the thick brush 25 yards away, looking for the hen that had been calling intermittently. He had called to her early, but she had not come to him as he’d hoped. Now, after the initial breeding period, he had come looking for her. I...
Trust Your Dog
Give a pointer the benefit of the doubt when he or she makes a stand. You’ll usually be glad you did!
A Turkey Trifecta
A hunt of firsts for a lifelong turkey addict.
Mollygrubs And The Birds And Bees
Similar to pretty much any teenage boy in the time around the onset of puberty, Mollygrubs Messer talked with his buddies about the birds and bees, bragged of planned sexual conquests, boasted around backcountry campfires of upcoming plans to date some “hot chick”...
The Legacy of Roger Pinckney
Roger Pinckney, who wrote the immensely popular “Horizons” column for Sporting Classics, died on April 3 from complications after a fall at his home on Daufuskie Island, South Carolina. He was 77. Pinckney wrote his first story, entitled “Big Empty Encounter,” for the...
Fool’s Paradise
Never feel sporting about turkeys for they’ll dupe you more than you’ll dupe them.
Bullets and Blessings: An Easter to Remember
The fork-horn buck was big trouble, even after he was dead, and the wild stories about the little deer rattled around town like
a rock in a milk pail.