
My Shotgun is Quick
The barrels of my Roscoe felt smooth as a chorus girl’s ankle as I slid my hand over the cold steel.
The barrels of my Roscoe felt smooth as a chorus girl’s ankle as I slid my hand over the cold steel.
What is it about the sound of whirring wings that moves us more than any love of country? In this 1935 classic from Esquire, the legendary author shares his lifelong fascination with bird hunting the world over.
A real-life account of a market hunter’s day-to-day, warts and all.
In a robe, no less.
My eyes glanced toward 14-year old Trent, frozen in a wide-eyed stare with the gun across his lap!
Give a pointer the benefit of the doubt when he or she makes a stand. You’ll usually be glad you did!
A hunt of firsts for a lifelong turkey addict.
Never feel sporting about turkeys for they’ll dupe you more than you’ll dupe them.