by Mike Gaddis | Mar 17, 2020
The most difficult part of nurturing a great dog is keeping yourself straight. I think of the dogs I have loved. Bird dogs. Yours and mine. I think of the ways I have loved them. This time, aside loyalty and devotion—almost a given within kind and understanding...
by Duncan Dobie | Mar 17, 2020
For nearly a decade the canny old wolf eluded the best hunters and trappers while waging a reign of terror on farmers and wildlife. Despite his one serious handicap, he was a streamlined and highly efficient killing machine. It almost seemed as though all the savagery...
by Doug Painter | Mar 12, 2020
At Cheyenne Ridge Signature Lodge, it’s the “other season” you don’t want to miss. Hedy Lamarr was one of the most glamorous film stars of Hollywood’s “Golden Age.” Viennese by birth, she was invariably cast as a seductress of...
by Irving Bacheller | Mar 9, 2020
No fish had ever exerted a greater influence on the thoughts, the imagination, the manners or the moral character of his pursuers. Uncle Eb was a born lover of fun. But he had a solemn way of fishing that was no credit to a cheerful man. It was the same when he played...
by Douglas Cutting | Mar 4, 2020
All sorts of interesting characters frequent our fishing piers, but they all share the same thing—a passion for fishing. South Carolina’s Daniel Island is actually a peninsula of the original Cainhoy Plantation sandwiched by the Cooper and Wando rivers that...
by Jim Casada | Mar 3, 2020
My Grandpa Joe was chock full of weather-related wisdom. For example, about this time of year, whenever a premature warm spell hinted at a change in the seasons, he would opine: “A fellow can’t trust spring. It tends to be mighty fittified.” He knew, by dint of long...
by George Bird Grinnell | Mar 2, 2020
On the floor, on either side of my fireplace, lie two buffalo skulls. They are white and weathered, the horns cracked and bleached by the snows and frosts and the rains and heats of many winters and summers. Often, late at night, when the house is quiet, I sit before...
by Jim Casada | Mar 1, 2020
Although as a boy I didn’t receive dozens of Christmas gifts each year, those that did come my way from Mom and Dad were invariably practical, prized or memorable (and in some cases, they fit all of those descriptions). Such was the case with a Daisy Red Ryder BB gun....
by Mike Gaddis | Feb 28, 2020
He was the best kept secret since the Trojans hid in the Horse. His name was W.C. Crissy; he was an august old codger from Little Rock, Arkansas, and his game was rare and valuable commodities. I say old and august. August for certain; old I’m not sure. For I...
by Douglas Cutting | Feb 25, 2020
In the summer of 1964, an average Joe revealed to the happy-go-lucky Myrtle Beach tourists where some large creatures roamed. Large is actually insulting when it comes to describing thousand-pound sharks. How about one that weighed almost a ton, caught with rod and...
