The Last Buffalo  

The Last Buffalo  

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...
Daisy Days: Boys And BB Guns

Daisy Days: Boys And BB Guns

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....
The Fishing Plug Man

The Fishing Plug Man

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...
The Fish That Shook The Pier

The Fish That Shook The Pier

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...
George Hoenig’s Rotary Round Action Rifle

George Hoenig’s Rotary Round Action Rifle

The clean lines and simplicity of all functions in George Hoenig’s Rotary Round Action gun camouflage the creativity and elaborate engineering involved in its creation. Many premier side-by-side shotguns are sold as round actions, but rounded is the more...
Bay Of Pigs

Bay Of Pigs

Fishing the Bay, you can’t help but feel you’ve been handed the keys to a private kingdom, where the smallmouth bass reigns supreme. I should have gone to her, should have been there in her hour of need. I should have let her collapse in my arms and told...
Non-typical Caribou…Or What?

Non-typical Caribou…Or What?

In the early 1990’s, I had booked three gentlemen from Argentina. These fellows were eager to see and experience everything they could during their two-week stay with us at Trail Creek. That season the caribou seemed to show up in groups walking down the east side of...
The Plan

The Plan

They had planned this trip for years. “If I get there before you do, look for me upstream.” That was the plan, for they both knew that their chances of actually arriving there at the same time were extremely slim. You know how it is. And in the end, it...
Bothersome, Deadly Black Bears

Bothersome, Deadly Black Bears

Despite common belief, black bears have attacked and killed more people than grizzlies over the years. Before the 1870s, when the herds of buffalo and elk were ranging eastward and the wolf and cougar were too scarce to hunt for profit, the meat and hides of black...
Baltimore’s Burning But Big Rockfish

Baltimore’s Burning But Big Rockfish

It was May 1, 2015, a Friday, and Baltimore seemed like the last place anyone would go for a peaceful getaway. But my wife, Kathy, and I had planned to visit her son Jay in Charm City that very weekend. We were determined to make it happen. Network news broadcasts...