Pheasants & Family
With eyes trained on the endless miles of snow-covered cropfields and CRP grasses that adorned the landscape, I caressed my young Labrador’s soft ears...
Features
Ghosts of the Great Plains
As I brisky climbed another Nebraska hill, with shorthair Zeus on point and guide Chris Colfack waving me forward like an impatient coach hurrying...
Driven Days in Spain
We gathered in Seville, in Andalusia. It’s a city that seems to be waiting for the soft light of dawn and dusk each day...
Next-Gen Quail Hunting
It’s a song of the South. Music to the ears of those who yearn for bygone days when the world moved at a slower...
Nothing but Bests
There has always been an inherent self-confidence in Scottish gunmaking. It comes from the quiet knowledge of a higher standard. Under the stewardship of...
A Quest for Quail
Driving southeast from Tucson, I couldn’t help but sense the spirits of the Old West. First I passed a sign for Tombstone, evoking thoughts...
Auroras of Autumn
The scholar of one candle seesAn Artic effulgence flaring on the frameOf everything he is.—Wallace Stevens, “The Auroras of Autumn” The last time I...
Chasing Shadows
It started years ago when I flushed a large blue-gray bird while walking a high mountain trout stream. That was my first glimpse of...
Blind Faith
Jason Rosa and I sat gazing up at a star-freckled sky, the faint breeze on offer keeping the mosquitoes at bay. It was not...
Vintage Duck Guns
I was just starting to see the numbers on my wristwatch when Aidan made the call. “It’s shooting light,” he said in a steady,...
Rain Gun
I hadn’t been looking for the gun. It found me. I was browsing an online gun-auction site, and there it was. Though the photographs...
The Song of SouthWind
Longleaf pines and hard-packed red-clay roads come standard in the South Georgia region that SouthWind Plantation calls home. Driving from Thomasville, Georgia, I headed...