May, 1981. Colorado High Country. Paul Ramer and I are course-finding for the proposed Colorado Haut (High) Route for backcountry skiers along the Continental Divide; we are skiing a section west of Berthoud Pass.Β (Some readers will recall Ramer backcountry...
1956. I was ready for sleep. The rabbit, cooked over the open fire, was eaten. So were the potatoesβbaked in the coals with a mud coating to keep the skin soft. The bunny had been fetched with my trusty single...
Iβm writing this from the backcountry, as I so often do, in my always-at-hand pocket notebook. Where do we head next with this narrative? Perhaps weβll drop back to my childhoodβ¦investigate what might be called the roots of the passion...
Road Trip: Interlude Five Continues...Africa, Part Four
There it was. Again. The low, guttural rumble of challenge. From a very large feline predator. Reeking of menace. How far? The bush screen allowed sound, not sight. Close.Β Roy and I were poised to receive the attackβ300 pounds of...
Road Trip: Interlude Five, Continuesβ¦.Africa, Part Three
The daily walking continued. Impala carcasses were carefully hung in strategic treesβtrees where evidence of leopard activity was sought and found. We built leopard blinds. Capstick (and many other writers of Africana hunting) tells marvelous tales of waiting in such...
Road Trip: Interlude Five, Continuesβ¦.Africa, Part Two
I had chosen Roy Vincent as my PH because he was amenable to my hunting style-- walking rather than hunting from a vehicle. He was very physically fit so we made a perfect team. The man liked hiking as much...
Road Trip: Interlude Five Continues...Africa
Darkness drops quickly in southern Africa. Sarah and I had been picked up at the extremely remote dirt airstrip minutes before and we were headed along a 4WD path to our hunting camp. Roy, our Professional Hunter (PH) was driving...
Road Trip: Interlude Five Continued
Here is another encounter where having a firearm at hand supported the wellbeing of yours truly. This one comes under the heading of a bona fide road rage incident. The scene is a not-well-known to me city I had driven...
I awakened to a crisp dawn at my Corral Camp. I still had the place completely to myself. Should I linger, exploring afootβ¦perhaps down to the Mimbres again? Or saddle up Sheeba and head up the roadβ¦get a taste of...