Hunting with Dad

Hunting with Dad

It was 2 o’clock on the afternoon of January 20, 1978, when the agent with the steamship company called my Seattle house to tell me that Jack O’Connor – my mentor, hunting partner and best friend – had just died of an apparent heart attack on the S.S. Mariposa en...
A Bullet Worthy of Jack

A Bullet Worthy of Jack

I opened the ancient brown paper bag and poured a few bullets into my hand, looking to see what I was going to be working with. I couldn’t believe my eyes for a moment… I was holding a bullet that I had read about for over 30 years, one that I had never thought...