The sky was red and grey as we traversed up. Shale crunched and skidded beneath our boots. I glassed the opposite face, a menagerie of...

When Joseph first pitched the idea of “The Gun Vault”, I gotta be honest, I thought it was pretty stupid. People want to read reviews...

Photo provided by Ryan Blandford of RBMT Media Imagine it is the turn of the century. Picture a German immigrant who has recently started...

The standard, torturous iPhone alarm ring is heard within my dream. I regretfully reach over to grab it off my nightstand, ready to hit...

There’s history in metal, in leather. Stories that we will never know, but can only yearn to discover. They can be found on dusty shelves...

Loping ahead of the man, the lean dog tilted her nose up to better catch the wind. Snow tussocks billowed around the pair, as the hot...

I speculate on the theory of trout often, and wonder what they make of the chaos above the surface. Do they know of what is to come?...

My pants are soaked from the morning dew left on the underbrush. I’ve just tripped a third time over a decapitated stump from a state...

We dropped anchor under a blood red Mexican sky in a leeward anchorage off the coast of Isla San Francisco.  The old sailor’s maxim held...

“You brought your bow?” My guide asked me, just as he spit out his chewing tobacco a little too close to my boots. “Yeah. I brought my...

Dan had just finished MacGyvering  my Remington 870 16-gauge shotgun to my bird vest, allowing me the use of a trekking pole for the...

The African sun beat down with unrelenting intensity, baking the red soil of the Limpopo province. Even in the early morning, the heat...

“I’m telling you, when I was stationed out in Southern California, I saw the most beautiful landscapes, experienced the best food, rode...

My father holds a lot of titles; father, husband, grandfather, business-owner, follower-of-Christ, beekeeper, hunter, he’s an original...

Niall motioned me to crawl toward him. As I crept forward, low to the ground, through the water and the mud I could feel the cold seeping...

Ruark worked in front of me like a dog that had been chasing pheasants longer than he has- he quartered only steps ahead, following bird...

It’s a funny thing, bonding over shared history with someone from another culture. I was in Namibia, on my first safari. It happened to...

Growing up, I didn’t have a whole lot of common interests with my father. Sure we hunted deer in the fall and birds once the winter chill...

In Latino America, where wingshooting can be synonymous with triple digit totals of wildfowl shot, it is the unsung bird boys who are...

As the 2024 harvest wraps up and hunters begin to arrive, I’m reminded of the pivotal role we play in each other’s lives. I own and...