by Nash Buckingham | May 27, 2025
All the trappings and traditions of quail hunting explained in one article.
by Roger Pinckney | Apr 29, 2025
It was the greatest North American hunting trip ever, though the men’s survival was always in doubt. Fall of 1804, Meriwether Lewis was halfway up the Missouri, St. Louis to Great Falls, though he could not name the Great Falls until he had seen them, yet many months...
by Archibald Rutledge | Mar 6, 2025
The daughter of Carolina Frank is a princess by right. I became Patsy’s when she was only four weeks old, and she already showed her blue blood and all it means in a pointer pup. Sensitive, patrician and affectionate, she was not happy unless she could curl up...
by Ramsey Russell | Feb 26, 2025
The author would enjoy many pleasant surprises during his week of waterfowling in Australia.
by Dr. T.C. Jennings | Feb 25, 2025
Grandma’s farm consisted of five acres, mostly wooded except for a half-acre garden loaded with berries and vegetables. Out back stood a shed stuffed with old rakes and spades and other hand tools. Mason jars were scattered among bushel and berry baskets filled with...
by Theodore Roosevelt | Feb 8, 2025
An ideal bull in an idyllic locale.
by Ron Rash | Feb 7, 2025
The hunt and the wilderness were more than just an escape for William Faulkner. They also taught him patience and self, discipline and were the inspiration for some of his greatest literary works. Early on the morning of November 10, 1950, William Faulkner received a...
by Duncan Dobie | Dec 30, 2024
“The man should have youth and strength who seeks adventure in the wide, waste spaces of the earth, in the marshes, and among the vast mountain masses, in the northern forests, amid the streaming jungles of the tropics, or on the deserts of sand or of snow. He...
by Jim Casada | Dec 30, 2024
Robert Ruark could be a tough and cruel rogue, but he was also considerate, fun-loving and generous to a fault.
by Larry Weishuhn | Dec 16, 2024
“I wanna hippopotamus for Christmas…only a hippopotamus will do….” Those lyrics kept running through my mind as I stowed gear in Omujeve Safari’s Ivory Camp on the backwater banks of the Kwando River in Namibia’s Zambezi Strip. The comfortable en-suite tent would...