The Sea Serpent

The Sea Serpent

Who has not heard of the sea serpent? There was no educated man in the United States, at least, who had not read with wonder, not unmixed with awe, of the visits of this formidable animal to the coasts of New England. Nothing could be better authenticated than the...
The Art Of Mort Künstler

The Art Of Mort Künstler

In this post-modernist era when so much fine art is obscure, experimental and non-representational, Künstler arguably represents a touchstone You’ve just humped up a steep knoll trailing a wounded elk, or maybe you have designs on glassing mountain goats. Fatigued,...
Pit Blind Geese

Pit Blind Geese

Field-hunting geese from a pit blind represents the epitome of waterfowling. Each gust of wind brought the smell of freshly spread cow manure from the cut cornfield below. The maize had been harvested in the fall, and the ducks, geese, turkey and whitetails devoured...
Gundogs And Snakes

Gundogs And Snakes

When it comes to gundogs and snakes, know your enemy and be prepared. For many of us, September means the first hunting of the season: doves, teal, prairie grouse. September also means warm if not downright hot weather—and the need to be aware of the health risks...
The Slam of Slams

The Slam of Slams

This week on Sporting Classics TV… Hunting slams aren’t about collecting trophies – they are collections of adventures, forcing hunters to experience all that the sport has to offer and challenging oneself to achieve goals that were once beyond your imagination....
Taking the Sacred Beast

Taking the Sacred Beast

He caught a glimpse of something white among the herd, its body illuminated by the setting sun–he recognized the animal as an extremely rare white bison. The fall was changing into winter and the buffalo hunters were getting ready for the huge herds to gather on the...
What My Daughter (and My Dog) Gave Me

What My Daughter (and My Dog) Gave Me

It started with a puppy and an adventurous little girl. Every fire needs a catalyst and for me it was that orange-and-white ball of boundless energy and a daughter with an interest. Mesa was not my first Brittany—I’d had two before, but even with dreams of days in...
A Reel Chance For Good Fishing

A Reel Chance For Good Fishing

Captain Rick was right. Like onboard bananas, the first-cast fish spells trouble. Kathy’s first cast of the morning—a live shad wiggling beneath a bright orange cork. The tide was rising and the minnow rode with the current along the edge of the submerged sandbar,...