Stories

My Father’s Footsteps, By Carson Keys

I grew up flying in my dad’s Cessna, but his was equipped with tundra tires and not floats. Taking off and landing in a floatplane for the first time was the perfect foreshadowing for what the rest of this trip would be; lots of firsts.

Roar of the Highland Stag, By Lukas Schulte

I was standing in the dark outside of St. Huberts Lodge near the small town of Pitlochry, in central Scotland. The night air was cold and filled with the deep vocalizations of Scottish highland stags

The Climb, By Brett Rivard

With horse trailers in tow we headed East, homeward bound after a gruelling ten days in the backcountry of Alberta’s Rocky Mountains. Another sheep season had  barely come and gone, and I was already working

Mysteries in the Mountains, by Drew Kress

Before every hunt, I try to create certain ideas and thoughts of how things are going to happen on the upcoming adventure. Every time I embark on a trip like this, it will always be

Jungle Goats, by Lee Nelson

There are some things that I hold in high regard; people you can count on are right at the top of the list. A few years ago, Brian, my regular mountain hunting partner and I

Whatever It Takes, by James Horner

    Many years ago I came to terms with the reality that I would never hunt sheep, maybe mountain goats but even that would be a stretch. I was OK with it and just

First Blood – Colorado Elk, By Russell Harris, DVM

When I was about 100 yards from the rise he was standing on, I looked toward the right of the trail and into the creek bed. I could see that he was lying dead in the creek bed on flat ground 60 yards from where he was standing.

An Island Harvest, By Drew Kress

The diesel motors started up and we were cruising the salt. Heading to the other side of the island to begin our pursuit for Sitka blacktail deer and mountain goat. The captain of the 43’ delta was one of my old friends from times I spent fishing halibut in Seward, Alaska.

Ice Age Remnants, By Nate Kalish

The wind bit my cheeks as I stepped off the Cessna Caravan, into a world few will ever have the opportunity to experience. After three days of travel from my home in Fairbanks, Alaska, I

AK Alpine Double, By Jake Lamphier

As my truck came to rest in front of the small log cabin on a brilliant blue-sky day in early September, it was almost impossible to not be grinning ear to ear. This was the second trip of the fall season I had done with Nate and it was already off to an amazing start.