“The Blaser R8 is an overcomplicated piece of shit.” This is a direct quote from a notorious custom rifle maker and it was a statement he was using to entice me to purchase his rifle over the Blaser R8. The two compete in the same price bracket but I found his...
“Come up the Pig Trail from Interstate 20 and turn right when you get to the dead end. I’ll be a little ways down on the left when you come into Saint Paul. It’s a red shop, you can’t miss it unless you blink. If I’m still alive on Friday and I feel like it, I’ll get...
“Africa’s a great place,” said our guide, sliding the safety back on his .375 H & H, “but don’t make any mistakes…” The rasping metallic whine of Christmas beetles saturated the hot, still air at midday of November 21st, 1976, the shrill sound blending with the...
I'm an honest writer. Actually, I'm really honest for a writer. Especially an outdoor writer. I admit to missed shots, state when something works and when something doesn't, admit when I fail, and declare actual weights and measurements. If I write that I shot a 216...
I grew up in the Bronx, surrounded by amazing Italian food, including the best damn pizza in the world-- that Chicago crap is a casserole, NOT pizza-- so when friends come for dinner or see me posting southern recipes, they sometimes call BS on me, assuming...
Two days of casting and the only fish I hooked would have been considered bait back home. The young bald eagles and osprey who screamed down at me hoping for handouts gave up in disappointment. But not entirely. They returned at intervals to check for any change in my...
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