Mike Stidham, the critically acclaimed, self-taught artist, paints fishscapes. One summer evening a year ago, Mike Stidham left his studio and drove a few miles to a heavily fished stretch of the Provo River where it spills out of the Wasatch Mountains through the...
I admit, that, like most fox hunters, what attracted me was the excitement of being able to gallop over big fields and jump big fences out in the real world. When I dream about horses, as I sometimes do, I often dream about my own horse, a large and touchy palomino,...
Bug bites hurt, and then those bites often itch, so I hate bugs. Summer is on the horizon and you need to start making plans now for where you can take your dog camping. While I truly enjoy the great outdoors and camping, there is a place I draw the line — bugs!...
“If Jack London had been a painter instead of a writer,” they say, “he would have wielded a brush like Jon Van Zyle.” The world knows Alaska as a mosaic of idylls: “Land of the Midnight Sun” is one. “Keeper of the Northern Lights” and “America’s Last Frontier”...
The hunt and the wilderness were more than just an escape for William Faulkner. They also taught him patience and self, discipline and were the inspiration for some of his greatest literary works. Early on the morning of November 10, 1950, William Faulkner received a...
Peering expectantly from his studio window as if to see something that wasn’t there the day before, Dan Burr watches the sun rise above the Grand Tetons and slowly warm the valleys, hills and streams from which he draws inspiration. The easy-going artist enjoys...
For Suzie Seerry-Lester, painting has always been her release; her refuge. The process of painting is what fuels her, not the finished piece. Ever-so-gently, I graze my left index finger across the roseate spoonbill’s extended primary feather, as translucent as...
Whether he was shooting grouse or skeet, painting bird dogs or promoting wildlife conservation, William Harnden Foster never wavered in his unrelenting pursuit of perfection. I would like to have known William Harnden Foster — hunted with him, sat in his study talking...
I realized then I was on my own — alone in a vast wilderness of ice and snow. Looking above camp toward where we’d be hunting brown bears, all we could see was snow and mountains, not a tree in sight. The only thing that wasn’t white was an occasional rock sticking...
My life outdoors began as an escape, a way to get away from people, yet now I’m involved in the outdoors because of people — the people I’ve met there. Over the years, the most common question I’ve been asked about my painting is “How did your...
