On Bowhunting and Fatherhood, By Andrew Schaefer
Finally, at 2 a.m. we put our packs on and began packing out my first bull. We’d spent hours looking for him, then hours butchering, and now finally we had hours of hiking ahead of …
The Pursuit, by Ryan Clairmont
Best Laid Plans Anyone who has traveled the high peaks in pursuit of Dall sheep knows that a hunt of this magnitude brings with it extreme highs and extreme lows. The physical beating and emotional …
Romancing the Ram, By Vern Peters
Part I: The Sheep Hunter’s Dilemma It was decision time. The four of us were hunkered down behind weathered, black boulders on a windy ridge gazing into a shallow basin with a small rivulet meandering …
My Nemesis by Dr. Peter Koebisch
As a very young lad, my first exposure to the ways of wolves was lying wide-eyed and listening to my mother, Elly, reading the adventures of Little Red Riding Hood. You know the one. She …
An Elk Addict Is Born, by Shawn Stafford
Truthfully I didn’t know what to expect but I was embarking on an adventure. Butterfly’s danced in my stomach as I pointed the truck West. It would remain pointed in that direction for the next …
High Mountain Home, By Kevin Robinson
Oh, the comfort of familiarity. Like the feeling of slipping into a favourite pair of boots, the smell of a familiar old bar or the feeling of settling into the worn out seat of an …
Flatlander to Sheep Hunter, By Chad Ingersoll
“Mom? I want to start hunting. Will you help me get a shotgun?” That is how it started. I grew up in a single parent household. It was my mom, my brother and me. My …
Sticks and Stones, by James Dorrett
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but the mountain will never beat me. 3:45 a.m. came early on that breezy, warm July morning. It was two days before the season opener and after a …
Ancient Highways, By Bryan S. Judge
Editors Note: Bryan’s submission was originally published in Sports Afield and we would like to thank Bryan and SA for giving us the opportunity to publish his excellent story online. A chill had crept into the August …
Share Bowhunting, By Cam Foss
“Bow bullet go right through?” Sanjar, my friend and guide, whispered while we watched the big sweeping horned billie stumble off his rocky throne, across the snow into the cliffs. Sanjar always referred to arrows …