Tag Archives: Boddington

Great Hunts With Joe

I was sitting on a low ridge overlooking a hard-frozen Alberta grain field while another hunter was posted off across the field on another little rise. The guides were driving or, in Canada-speak, “pushing bush” through a timbered draw below our field. All shots were safe but there seemed a lot of distance between us — maybe that’s what the buck thought. Continue reading Great Hunts With Joe


Stalking Scottish Roebuck

Honest, I’ve never developed a taste for Scotch whiskey, but I love the Scottish Highlands; windswept moors stretching to the skies. I suppose if I were a serious enough bird shooter I’d think first of the Glorious Twelfth of August, the traditional opening of Scotland’s grouse season. My uncle, Art Popham, long gone now, went shooting in Scotland every August. He asked me to go with him several times and I wish I had, but I figured out quickly that, even back then, I could hunt several of the Big Five for much the same cost. Grouse shooting in Scotland may be the sport of kings, but it runs a bit steep for the average outsider! Continue reading Stalking Scottish Roebuck

A Perfect Bongo Hunt

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

Stand Up and Be Proud

“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