Presented by Bernard+Associates: Five a.m., opening day breakfast hadn’t changed much. Hank, Frank and Floyd, two of the brothers nursing hangovers, Pastor Fred, Harry and Earl still commandeered the corner table, raucous as crows in a cornfield.
Presented by Bernard+Associates: It was a hot and dry September day in Tanzania, just south of the little village of Loiborserrit. We left our camp under the stand of tall fig trees and drove off in the hunting car with clients Clarence and Carol, bouncing over tracks someone had the audacity to call roads. We were looking for a good lion in a heavily hunted concession, which meant the big cats were well-educated and keeping to cover during the day.
Presented by Bernard+Associates: A few years ago my wife suggested I find a cottage “Up North,” as we say in Wisconsin, where we could spend a week’s vacation in midsummer. It had to be on a lake, of course, and it had to have that woodsy, rustic character that all the cottages we remember from our youth seemed to have, but distressingly few have today.
Presented by Bernard+Associates: Among the milestones that seems to have flown under the radar of just about everybody is the one marked by this issue: my 20th anniversary as the Gundogs columnist for Sporting Classics.
Presented by Bernard+Associates: “On the bluff across the river,” our camp cook said, pointing. He was the first person awake in our tundra camp high above the Arctic Circle in Nunavut, one of the new provinces carved out of Canada’s Northwest Territories. “Probably an old bull all by itself. Just off that point. See?”
Presented by Bernard+Associates: Throughout the western United States in the 1850s, mining camps were springing up everywhere as thousands of men from as far away as China and England came in search of fortunes.
Presented by Bernard+Associates: One of the perks of my job is that I get to go a lot of places and meet a lot of interesting people. Just before Christmas last year I went to London, where I spent some time with a grand and gracious Englishman named Richard Purdey.
Presented by Bernard+Associates: The rain slowed from a downpour and then, thankfully, stopped falling altogether. I shifted ever so slightly from under the brushy juniper that provided limited shelter from the rain for guide Barry Hendrix, cameraman Blake Barnett and me.
