It was late morning when our hunting team found a good track. Okay, it wasn’t the first track of the day; at dawn we followed a buffalo bull, waving off after we bumped him a third time in really thick stuff. But this was the track we’d been hoping for, the rounded, slightly oblong track of a big bongo bull, not just fresh, but over our own tracks from a couple of hours earlier. We marked it carefully and headed back to camp. By agreement, this was not to be my track; we thought my hunting partner, Jason Hornady, might need it. Continue reading A Perfect Bongo Hunt
“Hunting,” the Old Man said, “is the noblest sport yet devised by the hand of man. There were mighty hunters in the Bible, and all the caves where the cave men lived are full of carvings of assorted game the head of the house dragged home. If you hunt to eat, or hunt for sport for something fine, something that will make you proud, and make you remember every single detail of the day you found him and shot him, that is good too.” Robert Ruark, The Old Man and the Boy, 1957 Continue reading Stand Up and Be Proud
The last week in March should be a perfect time to hunt spring turkeys in Mississippi. That far south the gobblers start fairly early—as does the season. We planned it a long time ahead; a hunt with old friends Bill Bynum and Kevin Howard, Mike Jones of the Mississippi tourism department, world champion turkey caller Preston Pittman and a couple other writers and rogues. Continue reading Control
Honest folks, I really enjoyed our convention just past! This was in spite of myself because, as a small exhibitor as well as an attendee, going into an unfamiliar venue to set up shop ranges from daunting to downright terrifying (depending on the moment). Continue reading See You In Reno!