by Sporting Classics Daily | Mar 29, 2019
@johnny_d_hill using that makeshift turkey call in Florida this morning.
by Sporting Classics Daily | Mar 12, 2019
With Spring Turkey season just around the corner, we wanted to test the viability of a .410 bore shotgun for turkey hunting. Our Single Shot .410 Shotgun is chambered for up to 3″ rounds and weighs in at under 7 pounds. Let us know what you think about turkey...
by Matt Williams | Mar 7, 2019
A half-dozen hunting seasons have passed since wildlife researchers sniffed out a solid connection between parasites and the mysterious vanishing act of bobwhite quail that occurred across the rolling plains of West Texas in 2010. The finding has since led to a number...
by Sporting Classics Daily | Mar 6, 2019
SAN ANTONIO (March 6, 2018) — Trinity Oaks, a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization founded on the premise that active participation in the outdoors is a powerful, healing, and fundamentally life-changing experience, teamed up with the Hill Country Chapter of the Quail...
by Philip Hunt | Feb 12, 2019
“So, what are you guys thinking?” Will asks Austin and Luke, our guides, from the other side of the pit blind. The guides, constantly scanning the horizon, give a hopeful mumble and continue looking for the big groups of teal that should be there. We are in central...
by Duncan Grant | Jan 3, 2019
December 17th, 2018 Mrs. William Crawford Grant 102 Gold Street, Cloud City, Heaven Dear Grandmother, I apologize. Yes, I know you said never hunt or fish on Sundays. Yes, ma’am you raised me better than that. But I was thinking that you might make an exception just...
by Jason Vincent | Jan 3, 2019
As six wood ducks banked and dropped low over the head of Lukas Allen this morning, I could sense the impatience with his watch. Only a few more minutes listening to that whiny whistling and the rapid but somehow synchronized beating of wings before things would be...
by Tom Keer | Dec 19, 2018
The pointer was facing me, and I could see that he was locked up tighter than a tick. His head was high, his tail set was ramrod straight, and there was no question there was a covey of quail under his nose. The birds were between him and me, and since it was my turn...
by Nash Buckingham | Dec 5, 2018
“Bob White” Shrill and clear, from thicket near, A song within the woodland ringing, A treble note from silver throat The siren of the fields is singing— “Bob White! Bob White!” And from the height, an answer sweet Floats gently o’er the rippling wheat— “Bob White!...
by Susan Ebert | Nov 29, 2018
From the November/December 2008 Woman’s Place column of Sporting Classics Magazine. Augusts full moon – the “dog days” moon relating to the rising of the Dog star Sirius – has a chorus of coyotes baying at the fringes of mv suburban neighborhood. My aging...
