Few things are better to put in your mouth than properly smoked salmon. It’s the flavor of the wild and recollection of family time. Here’s a simple smoked salmon recipe to allow you to enjoy both!
The “Stories of Old Duck Hunters” by Gordon MacQuarrie represent hunting, fishing … and life … as they are meant to be lived. Just be warned. They are like potato chips … you can’t read just one.
Each year come Independence Day, I contemplate the decision on the American wild turkey versus the American bald eagle as our country’s mascot. Did the founders make the right choice?
By Johnnie Hudman
He’s a cowboy and hunting guide who’s as Texas as Texas gets. He travels all the way to Brazil to learn getting your feet wet in fishing ain’t so bad. In fact, it’s fan-danged-tastic!
by Bill Miller
When you’re alone in wild country you realize you don’t mean much. You could be eaten by a bear or snatched by aliens. Yet the sun will rise, the river will flow, and sheep will eat on the mountain.
If you haven’t missed a turkey, then you haven’t hunted them very much. But the secret is it’s way easier to miss a turkey close than it is to miss one out there 20, 30 or 40 yards away.
This was the most spectacular display of northern lights you can imagine! You ever try to eat spaghetti with your head tipped back and your eyes riveted on the sky? We made a mess.
A caution about serving this in camp. You’ll need to stand late-night guard over the cache because, guaranteed, you’ll have guests attempting midnight raids—it’s that good!
by K.J. Houtman
What???? How could I have done this to myself? All this planning, all this preparation, but then not following up on the license I needed to hunt legally.
from Scott Leysath.
As with all great comfort food, this venison stew is delicious with fork-tender chunks of meat the first night, and the leftovers are even better the next day!
Green Beans Coffee has a program called “Buy a Joe a Cup of Joe.” For $2 you can buy a serviceman or woman a really good cup of coffee. It will warm you as much as it warms them.
Green. Green. Green. Everything is green. I’m settled in against the trunk of a Ponderosa pine in South Dakota’s northern Black Hills. The sun is shining. The sky is blue; just enough breeze to make 70° comfortable.
Here’s wishing the happiest of Father’s Days to every dad and granddad who introduced his kids to hunting. You’ve left them inheritance more valuable than you can imagine!