The Room

The Room

There is a room in my house that is mine, and mine alone. It is where the camouflage resides, along with various styles of hunting boots and waders. A place where all of the duck, goose and elk calls hang from nails on the wall. Tents and sleeping bags are piled along...
1919 Savage Model 99 – Law Enforcement Raffle

1919 Savage Model 99 – Law Enforcement Raffle

The National Office of Concerns of Police Survivors (C.O.P.S.) recently received the extraordinary gift of a 1919 Savage Model 99 takedown rifle from Dave VanBoxtaele that he had been restoring since February 2020. Click Here to Enter VanBoxtaele said his intent was...
Elgin Gates: A Legendary Big Game Hunter

Elgin Gates: A Legendary Big Game Hunter

Mention the word “legendary” in connection with big game hunters and hunting literature, and thoughts of most serious readers likely turn in one of two distinct directions. Most will look back to the wealth of books produced by the pioneers who sampled and savored the...
The Youngest Hunter

The Youngest Hunter

I took a few steps forward, holding my rifle cocked and ready. The animal dropped to all fours and gave a hoarse whoof! Then I knew what it was – a grizzly. It had found Johnny’s moose, and was breakfasting on the carcass.

Memories…

Memories…

All of us have special memories from our days of hunting and fishing, which we have no doubt shared around campfires or inside sporting lodges. Now, in our new Memories feature, we would like to share your fondest hunting and fishing experiences with all of our...
The Cremation of Sam McGee

The Cremation of Sam McGee

An unlikely life. He was an English banker who ran off to America at an early age. He nearly starved in Mexico, bunked in a California bordello. He passed himself as a cowboy, farmer, lumberjack, Yukon dog-musher and gold miner. He drove an ambulance in the First War...
Maybe Once

Maybe Once

“I’ll send for you,” Mike said to Jackie as he kissed her goodbye. He didn’t see her roll her eyes through a big smile as she threw her arms around his neck. She’d heard the same thing every year for the 12 years he’d taken this trip. Only in the last few...
Once in The Stilly Night

Once in The Stilly Night

It plum tickled his perversity to jist think ’bout chasin’ rarecoons. A classic from the November, 1935, issue of Field & Stream. Dud Dean held the empty frying pan over the glowing coals of our little fire. The fat caught, flared and burned out. After that burst...
Road-Tripping with your Shotguns

Road-Tripping with your Shotguns

To say I travel quite a bit for bird hunting and sporting clay tournaments is a bit of an understatement. It’s a little comical if I stop and think about it, and truthfully, I only recognize that because of the strange looks I get from family and friends when I try to...