The deer woods
A pod of whales.
A copse of brush.
A gaggle of geese.
A brake of cane.
A slash of palmetto.[…]
A pod of whales.
A copse of brush.
A gaggle of geese.
A brake of cane.
A slash of palmetto.[…]
The small herd of does burst out of the woods and cut across the soybean field, the howling of the hounds behind them in the swamp.[…]
In all its infinite wisdom, the U.S. Army determined after basic training at Ft. Polk, La., that I needed to be bussed to Ft. Leonard Wood, Mo. — a multi-use base about 50 miles from St. Louis — where I would receive advanced individual training (AIT) in my Army skill.[…]
Buying a good quality handgun to carry for self-defense is only part of the equation. You simply have to buy and practice with a suitable holster that will comfortably and securely carry your handgun so you can get at it easily and quickly.[…]
I don’t remember where I picked up the can of Wipe-Out Brushless Bore Cleaner — but it had been sitting on my workbench shelf for quite a while.[…]
I have no idea what happened to it, but the first honest-to-gosh gun I ever handled was a Daisy BB gun given to me by my dad on my sixth birthday.[…]
I’ve written about the “wildcatting” era in the early 1950s when the U.S. economy was booming in the years coming out of World War II and then the Korean War. […]
Fervent Rainwater shifted his cud as I walked up to the camp porch, and spit a long stream of Skoal between the paws of Ol’ Blue, the redbone hound lying at his feet.[…]
The NRA Whittington Center is a 33,000 acre Mecca for shooters that was opened to the public in 1973 and just celebrated its 40th anniversary. Over that time, it has grown to be one of the premier shooting facilities in the world.[…]
I’m going to let you in on the next big thing in handguns. You get the opportunity to get in on this before the rush, like what happened with the Ruger LCP and the Smith & Wesson Shield.[…]
In turkey hunting, preparation is everything.
So thinking about you guys (and gals) who get all heated up over feathers in the spring, I thought I would write about patterning — and cleaning your guns.[…]
If you’ve ever traveled Interstate 55 south to New Orleans, you have passed over that exotic, and almost mystical area between two of Louisiana’s major lakes — Lake Maurepas, and Lake Pontchartrain.[…]
One of the greatest shots I ever made was with a bolt-action .22 Magnum. […]
It has been noted that what you get today for a reasonable price in a 1911 pistol would have cost you a lot extra just a few years ago.[…]
We were never overrun with those juicy targets we read about in the big sporting magazines — articles by guys who referred to their shooting cult as “varminters.”[…]
I don’t know why we were never arrested.
Growing up in the Deep South years ago, if you liked to shoot, you had lots of opportunities. It was a more rural culture then, the city dwellers frequently being the first generation off the farm. Which meant the grandparents had property, and you could shoot then without worrying about nosy, complaining neighbors.[…]