by Cameron the Weim | Sep 19, 2023
No power, badgers and (potential) grizzlies, oh my! The other day Mike was speaking — he blabs a lot — and I was hearing blah, blah, blah until I suddenly heard the words “cabin,” “mountains” and “vacation.” The next instant I was...
by Robert Ruark | Sep 18, 2023
“I promise you,” he said, “on my word of honor, I won’t die on the opening day of the bird season.” Now you know your first big cock pheasant is a sight to see. There maybe ain’t nothing as dramatic, whether it’s an elephant...
by Jim Casada | Sep 14, 2023
DISASTER AT THE JUNIOR CONSERVATION BANQUET—PART 2 The mere appearance of Mitzi, or for that matter any girl who was even moderately attractive, was sufficient to turn Mollygrubs’ face an alarming shade of scarlet. The mere thought of talking to her, much less asking...
by Gordon MacQuarrie | Sep 12, 2023
When the Old Duck Hunter’s Association, Inc., died, the hearts of many men fell to the ground. There was no one like Mister President. When the old-timers go there is no bringing them back, nor is there any hope of replacing them. They are gone, and there is a...
by Jim Casada | Sep 7, 2023
DISASTER AT THE JUNIOR CONSERVATION BANQUET — PART 1 In due time Mollygrubs Messer recovered physically from his rude and painful introduction to the miseries of poison ivy while on a Boy Scout outing, but mental torment remained in the form of regular taunting from...
by Cameron the Weim | Sep 6, 2023
The calendar wasn’t going fast enough from August to September — so I took the initiative to take it down myself! The other week, I was passing through Mike’s office when I noted his calendar was still on the August page. I know bird hunting seasons open in...
by Doug White | Aug 30, 2023
I stood up and grabbed the holster but was unable to remove the revolver regardless of how hard I tugged. When I looked up, the grizzly was charging toward me…The next minute seemed to last an eternity. Most of us are familiar with the movies, The Longest Day,...
by C.S. Cushing | Aug 29, 2023
All that day the old man’s thoughts were on Malachi, the grizzly and himself. He knew what he must do, but dreaded it. Jasper Pratt came awake, suddenly pulled by the instincts of his breed as he heard the far-off cries of a wolf pack running down an animal,...
by Mike Gaddis | Aug 28, 2023
Never said nothin’ to nobody,’ folks said of Clayton Flowers. But he’d talk to me, about livin’ and even about dyin’. I’ll tell this the way Clayton Flowers told it once to me. Clayton was an old man himself then, the deeper side of...
by John Whinery | Aug 17, 2023
The guide put me ashore on the island. Just me and the grizzlies…an interesting feeling…isolated. My thoughts: I can’t walk out. Just one person knows how to find me. I’d read many stories about grizzly bear hunting and attacks by the big,...
