• Hunting

    Hippo Hunting in the Luangwa

    It was our first morning in the Luangwa Valley of Zambia, and hippo was on the morning’s agenda! My hunting companion, Charles, had wanted a hippo for some time, and after an unsuccessful hunt in Zimbabwe the year before, he opted to try his luck in the hippo-rich waters of the Luangwa. The Luangwa River is one of the four major tributaries of the mighty Zambezi River. We were hunting in July during the dry season which runs from  April through December when the river has fallen considerably. The Luangwa has the highest number of hippos in Africa with an estimated population of 25,000 animals, so the odds were in…

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    Ruby & Woodcocks

    Growing up in Eastern North Carolina, it is only natural that I developed a strong connection to the outdoors. Endless adventures awaited me just outside my doorstep throughout my childhood. Growing up in Eastern North Carolina, it is only natural that I developed a strong connection to the outdoors. Endless adventures awaited me just outside my doorstep throughout my childhood. The Croatan National Forest, Bogue Sound, barrier islands and countless other opportunities were always within walking distance. As a young man with a deep yearning to be outdoors, I was fortunate to be immersed in all that North Carolina had to offer.

  • Hunting,  Quotes

    Five Quotes About Waterfowling

    The time spent in pursuit of wildfowl gives a hunter a chance to reflect on their passion for the game they pursue and the enjoyment of those moments spent with hunting buddies two- legged and four. The thoughts of the day are jotted down, and when the words are read, they remind us of the days when the birds worked the decoys, and we spent another day pursuing waterfowl. Here are five quotes on waterfowling that will transport you back to a day in the duck blind.

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    One Last Bluebill

    The boy was older now, so much older than his daddy who died at the age of twenty-five, a year after enlisting in the army to fight in “The Great War”. His father was killed by a German machine gunner in a land that he saw only when it was being blown apart by war. The son of the soldier, now seventy-five, was reflecting on his life and upon the man, he never truly knew. His daddy had been a market gunner for wildfowl in coastal North Carolina, but times and attitudes towards game were changing, and to make money for the family, he enlisted and went off to war.…