The Sacrifice

The Sacrifice

No whites nor shred of camo, yet Dad and I inched forward toward a Dall sheep ram just over the ridge and across a small valley.   It was the twenty third day of our hunt. For weeks we had been living like monks high in the rocky monastery of Alaska’s Chugach...
25 Heartbeats

25 Heartbeats

Along with common sense rules such as “don’t litter” and “don’t remove anything that was already here,” there’s this: “No groups larger than 25.” Occasionally, Congress does something right. In 1975, the assemblage designated an area of the San Juan and Rio...
Safe Hunting at High Altitudes

Safe Hunting at High Altitudes

When hunting above 8,000 feet, be sure to add time in your travel schedule to acclimatize for several days, especially if you are coming from sea level. I had just finished graduate school and, as a gift to myself, I had arranged to meet with friends in Colorado for...
The Mountains Are Calling

The Mountains Are Calling

Calling to a gobbler is a way to try your hand, or mouth, at a bit of magic. I always have to convince myself that the first gobbler I hear in the spring was really a gobbler. It wasn’t a woodpecker hammering on a hickory, or a distant dog barking. It was a turkey....
Where Dreams Were Born

Where Dreams Were Born

Your first encounter with a mountain nyala will stay with you forever. It may even haunt you. A soft mist rises from the forest valley like a whisper from a forgotten memory. Colobus monkeys growl. A bushbuck barks. A snake eagle soars past sheer cliffs. The wind...
In Pursuit of the Beceite Ibex

In Pursuit of the Beceite Ibex

Slowly negotiating our way over the side of a dangerously steep, boulder-ridden mountain, we spied a herd of ibex in the distance, feeding on the same slope. With daylight fading on a dangerously rocky slope in the Beceite Mountains of Spain, pessimism ran rampant in...