I used to hate the looks. The small eye rolls and the raised brows. The quizzical shadow that briefly flashed across other hunters’ faces when they looked at my deer. Most of the time they didn’t say anything much; they just offered a small, half-hearted congratulations before moving on down the trail. But every now
When most of us hear the words “game bird” we automatically think of the ring-necked pheasant. These redheaded, long-tailed little whirlwinds seem to dominate the upland world, evoking images of tweed cap-wearing aristocrats holding downed roosters and petting pedigreed dogs. Yet there is another, more common, populous, and widespread upland game bird out there that
Among the innumerable tales of close encounters with dangerous game, few send chills up the spines of hunters quite like that of the Tsavo Man-Eaters: a pair of maneless male lions that, together, terrorized the Tsavo region of Kenya in the late 1800s. Their story, and that of their eventual demise, captures the essence of
The American West once had its own sea: A great, sweeping, endless ocean of waving grasslands, expanding across the western United States from Canada to Mexico. It was a vast land of pristine and fertile ground, stretching off from horizon to horizon, unspoiled by man’s limitless ambitions. And like every sea, it teemed with life.
Once the frenetic pre-daybreak blitz of waterfowl activity has ended and the sun’s rays signal the start of a fitful armistice between duck hunters and birds, you’re left with two choices: strip off your coat to work on your last tan of the year or abandon the blind to find where those ducks are hiding
Of the many varied species that constitute North American big game, few are as iconic as elk. Their pursuit draws thousands of hunters to the forest each year, many of whom venture forth with the modest hopes of catching even a distant glimpse at a pair of bobbing antlers. Elk are challenging to hunt, and
