When I was a young man growing up in south-central Maine, hunting was a spartan affair. The floppy wool coat and L.L. Bean hunting boots that I wore while treading through an abandoned apple orchard ...

There's a waterfowl season open somewhere across the four major flyways at almost any point in the year. And for the short time when there aren’t any ducks or geese to hunt in North America, other ...

In the fall of 1970, at age 11, my "bucket list" suddenly overflowed. I am sure the phrase bucket list hadn't been coined at that point — but if it had, two items would have been in my bucket. One was ...

There is such a thing as a free lunch, and summer solstice’s extremely low tides on the Hood Canal had the neighborhood out for the feast. Great blue herons lined the mudflats looking for treats that ...

Having my pup, Trammell, along on all of these adventures would be an absolute must. It just ain't the same chasing birds, even in Hawaii, unless your best pooch is sniffing the ground in front of you ...