The country stretches out wide in the sweep of early sun, the big Animus Mountains of purple and deep orange cliffs towering there like a fortress. The Chihuahuan Desert, at least this part of it, is ...

This story, “They Call Him Mr. Bob,” appeared in the January 1973 issue of Outdoor Life. Dempsey Cape and I were feeling for solid footing on a brushy hillside that angled into the swamp woods where ...

But Dubuc did, in fact, cut his teeth hunting an animal that is nearly as extinct -- wild quail. Back in the days when every farm had "dirty" fencerows and every rural resident had a backyard garden, ...

America’s legion of devout bird hunters spends much of the year training and working gun dogs, so many of them are forever chasing open seasons from the prairies of the Dakotas where sharptails, ...

When I was growing up in southwest Arkansas, the Christmas holidays meant more time for quail hunts. My father sold athletic supplies to high schools and colleges across the state. When schools closed ...

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Northern bobwhite quail, the focus of the Pennsylvania Game Commission’s latest effort to try to bring back a native wildlife species that, sadly, has disappeared from the state’s landscape, has ...

We are here, in the bright days of early February, to chase quail with good dogs, to camp and eat and drink by the fire, to hunt and wander and see what adventures can be found on these great wild ...