With our friends, Jacob and Colby, at South Fork Hunting Preserve, for my first-ever pheasant throw.

This may be the understatement of the century from W.D.M. ‘Karamojo’ Bell.

Hey again, Guys. I managed to have a second review appear today. Check out my article on the Turnbull Finished Ruger pistol.

Hey, Guys. My review of a beautiful and accurate Verney-Carron Double Rifle in .450/400 3" Nitro Express appeared on the digital site of Africa's Sportsman magazine.

As typical of the hunts that went on at this favorite site, I remember one that occurred when I was eight years old.

That's right, the folks at Turnbull Restoration have been generous enough to send me yet another firearm to play with...I mean review!

J.A. Hunter was a Professional Hunter that worked as an animal control officer, Hunting Guide and also a Guide for those folks who might not care to hunt, but instead wanted pretty photos of wild species.

In my mind dove season in West Texas is a September sport. It could involve some cool evenings, but more often than not I sweated under the not-yet-winter sun while buried in patches of six feet tall Helianthus annuus (the native sunflower).

Upon reaching the spot where the hog had been feeding, I was heartened to see a large splash of blood.

If what we experienced for the next hour and a half of our hunt was shown to me on a hunting video, I would assume that it had been spliced together from several sessions.

It really should have been a failure, my first-ever attempt at hunting feral hogs.

When I first encountered Harris Bipods I had no idea what they were, or who made them.

The one discordant note from the first day came from the lack of elk.

As I considered the soggy dawn, I reminded myself that the rain was melting the ice. My morning had not begun well.

Cannot wait to have my copy of Craig Boddington’s Buffalo II in my hands!

If you have an interest in trying out some shooting gloves, check out my review of my Mechanix Wear Original Covert Tactical Shooting Gloves.

Another of my firearm reviews has just appeared, this time for a Blaser F16 Game model 12 gauge.

My Dad was no saint. He could (and often did) swear like a sailor. He had a temper that was scary to behold. And he helped me understand the almost indescribable excitement of the hunt.