Back in the Radio Saddle

They say what goes around, comes around. If that be the case, I had a Yogi Bera, “Déjà vu all over again” moment yesterday. I sort of got my start in this outdoor writing business with a radio show on a little 10,000-watt station in Fresno, California, in the mid-’90s. When the statio
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Huntin’ Blues

An acquaintance of mine has been grousing about his hunting “luck” recently on Facebook. By luck I mean his lack of success. There is luck involved in hunting. My first whitetail was a 135-inch buck that stumbled into an Alabama green field one afternoon as I sat in an elevated stand
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Some Thoughts on Riflescopes

The optical sight—commonly referred to as a scope—has been with us for quite a while. Experimenters began trying to utilize a magnifying optical sight as far back as the 17th century. The first practical riflescope came about in the mid-1800s. Scopes were utilized during the War Betwe
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Lever Guns

Some of us who have a little—or a lot—of grey hair are saddled with an anachronistic affinity toward the lever-action rifle. Whether it’s because we spent too much time watching “The Rifleman” on television or too many John Wayne movies and are all wrapped up in nostalgia, or, perhaps
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Bitten in the Butt by My Own Words

Earlier this week I received a forwarded e-mail wanting me to “keep my word” regarding further exploration of the .30 TC cartridge. Some five years ago after the cartridge was introduced I did a hunt with the cartridge in Montana, and I mentioned in a blog that I’d like to explore the
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The .300 Winchester Magnum

In the early 1960s Winchester was in trouble. The company had several very popular firearms, but profit margins were too low. Then, as now, corporations put pressure on the marketing guys to do something to increase sales. While today the solution often comes by slapping a new camo pa
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Missing the Candy Shot

Some guys never miss. The deer may be running like a scalded cat, zig-zagging through brush at 300 yards, and they will drill it through the heart with a single shot every time. Often, these guys are gun writers. I’m not one of them. I may be a writer of guns and other frothy tales, b
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