The jackrabbit was only about 15 yards away when he stopped and gave me the stink eye. I had caught him slinking through the sage and he was now trying to determine if he should run or hold. He should have ran. I drew back my longbow and let my wooden arrow fly. [...]
The dirt two track was dusty and headed southeast toward a rock out-cropping known as the Rooster Comb. Under the shade of a few junipers and desert sage, we saw the flicker of ears. Dad and I froze. We had been gabbing it up for most of the walk and now we were [...]
It never hurts to have a classic recipe at the ready. The classics are classic for a reason--they are typically awesome. Caesar Salad, Fettuccini Alfredo, Kentucky BBQ Ribs, Stairway to Heaven--all classics, and all are wonderful. In the culinary world some wild game dishes have "classic" status associated with them. One clear example [...]
Reprinted from the Apr/May 2003 issue. I know some of you have been or will be out flipin' arrows at turkeys this spring. I still intend to cover doing breads and deserts in a Dutch oven but thought I'd take a slight detour and help you prepare those turkeys that you may arrow. [...]
The SS Money Pit is a cheap boat. It is a grand 16 feet long and has a whopping 10hp Mercury outboard strapped to the back of it. In every sense of the word it is a utilitarian boat--from the chipped green camo paint to the plywood and carpet seats. The virtues of [...]
Grilling season is just around the corner, and nothing tastes better than fresh corn on the cob. As a kid I liked corn on the cob, but I didn't (and still don't) like the chore of husking it first. Grilling it eliminates that chore and gives the corn a great flavor. Loosen the [...]
I have a set of very old cast iron skillets. A well-seasoned cast iron skillet is as good as any expensive nonstick frying pan. At camp, as well as at home, this skillet can quickly become a family favorite. With proper care, it will last for several generations. The first rule of cast [...]
Standing in six inches of snow, I watched a man stand on the wings of a Canada goose, then grab it by the feet and pull. After some ripping and swearing, he had removed the breasts from the legs and then tossed the legs into the trash. I was appalled; it was just [...]
