Both Hal and Bill were of an era when no one thought about hearing protection. If these two legends were going to converse, they needed a young buck between them to translate. To my honor, that day it was me!
A “wild card” in hunting camp is how loud your camp mates snore! How many times have you given up and attempted to sleep on the uncomfortable seat of the pickup truck?
There’s a warm feeling in the hunter’s soul with every little triumph in training, with each great retrieve, even with the smell of wet dog lingering in the truck.
UndertheBigPine.com is a hunting camp with the tent flap open. Come on in … coffee’s hot on the stove … there’s a simmering pot of chili, too. I hope you’ll find it warm, welcoming, and a place you’ll visit often.
from J. Wayne Fears
This is a mighty good quick cobbler recipe. You’ll get the ooohs, aaahs, and mmmmmms like you spent all day slaving over the fire, but this one whips up really fast.
This is why President Theodore Roosevelt used to go skinny-dipping in the Potomac River when he was trapped in D.C. It’s the original foundation of natural health.
by K.J. Houtman
Sometimes doing the right thing … means leaving a little hole in your own heart. If that’s what it took to give happiness to this family—I’m glad to have done my part.
by Kevin Tate
Unlike other experiences in which fun is remembered and difficulties forgotten, the best memories of camping center happily on the struggles … and make us nostalgic for more.
This is a fan-dang-tastic dessert that whips up in minutes in a cast iron skillet. It provides servings for 4-6 people, but this is a great one to stretch when ol’ cook needs to come up with something for unexpected guests.
The boy was reserved, but Dad gushed all the details. He told me where they were hunting and what they’d seen. I smiled and nodded, enjoying their enthusiasm, but then Dad continued to tell me about his son actually shooting the duck.
It’s something my dad told me that’s really stuck with me through my entire hunting life. He said, “Son, when you come in from a day’s hunt you take care of your dog, your game, your guns and then yourself—in that order.”
J. Wayne Fears’ new collaboration shares the travels and travails of a couple of backwoods bachelors during the Great Depression. One writes from “home” in Tater Knob, Alabama and the other from stops along the rails on his way to the Alaskan bush.
by K.J. Houtman
Any vacation near the Western edge of South Dakota will take you to a couple of must-stop destinations: Mount Rushmore, the Badlands, and, of course, Wall Drug. Pheasant hunters know …