During the latter decades of the 19th Century, Frenchman Édouard Foa traveled, and hunted extensively, from one end of Africa to another.

This time rather than heading to the next ridge, Mike suggested we head back to his truck and drive to another area and start the glassing and stalking over again.

Frances and I spent yesterday with Jérôme Lanoue, Jean Verney-Carron and the artisans of L’Atelier Verney-Carron.

Frances and I were given the privilege of touring L’Atelier Verney-Carron. Frances took the wonderful photographs that will accompany my articles describing our visit.

Thank you Jérôme Lanoue of L’Atelier Verney-Carron for providing me the opportunity to fire his personal rifle chambered in .700 Nitro Express.

The title of this post is not meant to shock or frighten. What I am trying to communicate is that the name St. Etienne is synonymous with weapon production.

Tomorrow, Frances and I head from Rome to St. Etienne, France. We are being given the wonderful opportunity to tour L’Atelier Verney-Carron.

To me still-hunting elk in the mountains, when they are calling, is one of the most attractive of sports…

His next five steps brought him to a brush pile made up mostly of mesquite and willow branches.

All in all, Roosevelt’s interests in arts and letters were almost unique among American chief executives.

Check out my article about the wonderful products from 4 Stable Sticks here.

The first morning of our hunt dawned crisp and clear, and with the pit-of-the-stomach excitement that feels at once so good and yet so worrying.

I really love this quote, but PLEASE NOTE, it may not be from Rudyard Kipling.

Though we saw our quarry in the distance, today the Mourning Doves were victorious.

I thought the time had come to introduce two of tomorrow's companions who will accompany me on a Georgia Dove hunt with our friends at South Fork Hunting Preserve.

He bent double and pushed down the next to the bottom strand of barbed-wire. As he did so, he used his free hand to lift first one, then the other, shell pocket of his game vest over the pointed wire.

My lovely wife, Frances, suggested that I start a Blog series on quotes that have caught my attention and imagination.

Fifty years ago, Jack O’Connor published a story in Outdoor Life magazine in which he recounted a tale of overconfidence, bad weather and missed opportunities.