Mister Howard was a Real Gent

Mister Howard was a Real Gent

The week before Thanksgiving that year, one of the Old Man’s best buddies came down from Maryland to spend a piece with the family, and I liked him a whole lot right from the start. Probably it was because he looked like the Old Man—ragged mustache, smoked a pipe,...
The Price of a Dog Part 1 of 3

The Price of a Dog Part 1 of 3

Part One: Leaves Papa died in the spring of ’62 when I was 12 years old. Although there had been little interaction between us, he was still a needed figure in my life—a father. Mother wouldn’t, but I made allowances and excuses for his long absences. I would tell my...
New Polls Show Blue State Colorado In Play For Republicans

New Polls Show Blue State Colorado In Play For Republicans

A recent Denver Post report on the state of affairs in Colorado affirmed what Democrats have seen nationally—that their brand is struggling. Another recent Quinnipiac University poll affirmed the same; the Democrat Party is deeply unpopular nationwide, and...
Bones Among the Blazes

Bones Among the Blazes

Only 30 minutes into the first day of the season on a brisk December morning, I am at full draw on an old battle-scarred ram. A slight breeze coming up off the North Fork of the Big Thompson River is trying its best to cut through my layers and give me a chill. The...
Kings of the Hill

Kings of the Hill

Only four years apart in their native Germany, Wilhelm Kuhnert and Carl Rungius would go on to become preeminent painters of the world’s big game. For a short time in the late-1880s their trails crossed, the two young bulls setting out to make their ways in the...
The Dragon Hunter  Roy Chapman Andrews

The Dragon Hunter Roy Chapman Andrews

Beloit, Wisconsin, was a small town of just 6,000 people, but that was still too many for young Roy Andrews. The boy lived on the western edge of town, close to a mosaic of fields and woods and rushing streams, and those became his solace and his guide. By the age of...
Buffalo Soldiers

Buffalo Soldiers

I got my first good look at the mountain just before dawn on the second day of the trip. The morning was clear, and as the sky began to lighten, the mountain appeared and quickly dominated the skyline of the flat Masai steppes in northern Tanzania. I knew it was...
Eight is Enough

Eight is Enough

On January 23, 1990 Kevin Thacher, my wife Marge, and I made our way a mile over rolling sand dunes from the English village of Wells-next-the-Sea. There was a very strong wind, alternating with ice, rain and heavy snow. We were there for the goose flight....