The Outdoorsman’s Playground

The Outdoorsman’s Playground

Argentina is famous for its unmatched volume of wingshooting and spectacular trout fishing – an outdoorsman’s playground like no other place on Earth. Argentina is known for its culture, cuisine, wine, tango, and for outdoorsmen Argentina offers what is perhaps the...
Safe Hunting at High Altitudes

Safe Hunting at High Altitudes

When hunting above 8,000 feet, be sure to add time in your travel schedule to acclimatize for several days, especially if you are coming from sea level. I had just finished graduate school and, as a gift to myself, I had arranged to meet with friends in Colorado for...
Back in the Saddle…After 44 Years

Back in the Saddle…After 44 Years

The hunting jacket collar was adorned with a band of gold wool, indicating that I had earned my “colors”—official membership with The Camden Hunt. I reached into the left, front pocket of my foxhunting jacket, a vintage black and grey-flecked wool frock made by...
Byme-by-Tarpon

Byme-by-Tarpon

In his struggles to get free, the silver king performed a series of magnificent, never-before-seen tactics. To capture the fish is not all of the fishing. Yet there are circumstances which make this philosophy hard to accept. I have in mind an incident of angling...
The Easy Art of Cricket Flickin’

The Easy Art of Cricket Flickin’

He slowly pulled the hook, line and cricket toward his cheek, the pole’s tip bending back, and released the missile. Donald was my father-in-law way back in the ’90s. Or you could say it was the “past century.” He didn’t live to see the new hip millennial century....
A Hurricane, a Double Gun and a Pilgrimage

A Hurricane, a Double Gun and a Pilgrimage

The hurricane roared through like a runaway train, like a Seaboard freight with a stuck throttle. Fifteen inches of rain in fifteen hours, wind a-hundred-plus-Jesus, tornados on the back side, it tore hell out of the piney ridges and swamp-ground hardwoods in between....
Hunters’ Adventures: Our Reason for Being

Hunters’ Adventures: Our Reason for Being

For the true hunter, the adventure never ends. Instead, it permeates our lives and becomes a reason for being. Montana’s big game opener just came and went. I spent the day working through miles of good country and didn’t see an antler, not even a porcupine-gnawed...
Good Dogs Buried

Good Dogs Buried

How many good dogs you gonna bury before one buries you? Blue weighed 90 pounds, with webbed feet big as biscuits, long legs and a deep chest, the biggest Lab bitch I ever saw, out of Tomahawk, Wisconsin, from a kennel of field champions. An undertaker gave her away....
Monarchs with the Curling Horns

Monarchs with the Curling Horns

“Ram!” It kicks you in the heart when you hear it hissed by your guide, or better yet, when you whisper it to yourself on a solo hunt. They surely do have a hold me, those monarchs with the curling horns. Always have, at least since I can remember. Over the years,...