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Ruark On Safari: The Grand Old Elephant - Sporting Classics Daily
An excerpt from Ruark Remembered by Alan Ritchie who served as Ruark’s personal secretary for 12 years. Then finally the day came, and as it so happened with the aid of a ten-year-old Samburu-Rendille maiden, that Bob got on the trail of what promised to be very big elephant. Bob wrote: We...
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Robert Ruark was the resident poet in African literature.Ruark On Safari: The Grand Old Elephant - Sporting Classics Daily
An excerpt from Ruark Remembered by Alan Ritchie who served as Ruark’s personal secretary for 12 years. Then finally the day came, and as it so happened with the aid of a ten-year-old Samburu-Rendille maiden, that Bob got on the trail of what promised to be very big elephant. Bob wrote: We...
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California Guide's Roosevelt Elk Is a New World Record. It's Not His First
The Roosevelt bull that Tim Carpenter killed in September 2023 is a pending world-record with a score of 439 7/8 inches.
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Complete .pdf book links:
HUNTING THE ELEPHANT IN AFRICA, STIGAND, 1913
The Last of Old Africa - Brian Nicholson - 2001
AFRICAN GAME TRAILS – ROOSEVELT - 1910
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AFRICAN HUNTING – BALDWIN - 1863
The adventures of an Elephant Hunter - Sutherland - 1912
HUNTING THE ELEPHANT IN AFRICA, STIGAND, 1913
The Last of Old Africa - Brian Nicholson - 2001
AFRICAN GAME TRAILS – ROOSEVELT - 1910
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AFRICAN HUNTING – BALDWIN - 1863
The adventures of an Elephant Hunter - Sutherland - 1912
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Hunting With a Mission on Kodiak Island
Hunting With a Mission on Kodiak Island - Sporting Classics Daily
Mark, Richard and I dangle from toes and fingers on a steep slope 2,100 feet above the surf. We’ve finally broken out of the claustrophobic alder thickets, and behind us the view is spectacular—the islands of the Kodiak archipelago rise green and brown and black from dark blue water, puffs of...
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BarnBuster
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Nothing quite this graphic but I do remember when you were able to bring the new gun you got for Christmas in for show and tell. School was let out for certain days in hunting season. Imagine.
Stumble and fall into this box to see what new words you can yell out!
DarkWeb
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Quills?
And a TON of em.
Frkn - OUCH!
Grandpapy
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BarnBuster
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Ole' Elmer..
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Elmer’s 600 Yard Shot…
Elmer Keith was larger than life itself. To others, he was a blow-hard gun writer full of manure. Certainly, his reputation far exceeded his size 5 cowboy boots and mere 5’ 6” height.
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Dr.Amber Trichome
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What are they for? Animal traps like Iron Maiden’s? And who picked them all out? That place looks like some kind of witchery shop. Voodoo shit.
BarnBuster
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"Long ago, when the world was young, porcupines had no quills.
One day, when Porcupine – (Pȟahíŋ) was in the woods, Bear came along and wanted to eat him. But, Porcupine climbed to the top of a tree and was safe.
The next day, when Porcupine was under a hawthorn tree, he noticed how the thorns pricked him. He had an idea. He broke off some of the branches of the hawthorn and put them on his back. Then, he went into the woods to wait for Bear.
When Bear sprang on Porcupine, the little animal just curled himself up in a ball. Bear had to go away, for the thorns pricked him too much.
Iktómi (spider-trickster spirit, and a cultural hero for the Lakota people) saw what happened. He called Porcupine to him and asked, “How did you know that trick?”
“I am always in danger when Bear comes along,” replied Porcupine. “When I saw those thorns, I thought I would use them.”
So Iktómi took some branches from the hawthorn tree and peeled off the bark until they were white. Then he put some clay on the back of the Porcupine, stuck the thorns in it, and made the creation a part of his skin.
“Now go into the woods,” said Iktómi.
Porcupine obeyed, and Iktómi hid behind a tree.
Soon Wolf came along. He sprang on Porcupine and then ran away, howling.
Bear came along, but he did not get near Porcupine. He was afraid of those thorns.
That is why all porcupines have quills today."
--Aktá Lakota Museum & Cultural Center
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One day, when Porcupine – (Pȟahíŋ) was in the woods, Bear came along and wanted to eat him. But, Porcupine climbed to the top of a tree and was safe.
The next day, when Porcupine was under a hawthorn tree, he noticed how the thorns pricked him. He had an idea. He broke off some of the branches of the hawthorn and put them on his back. Then, he went into the woods to wait for Bear.
When Bear sprang on Porcupine, the little animal just curled himself up in a ball. Bear had to go away, for the thorns pricked him too much.
Iktómi (spider-trickster spirit, and a cultural hero for the Lakota people) saw what happened. He called Porcupine to him and asked, “How did you know that trick?”
“I am always in danger when Bear comes along,” replied Porcupine. “When I saw those thorns, I thought I would use them.”
So Iktómi took some branches from the hawthorn tree and peeled off the bark until they were white. Then he put some clay on the back of the Porcupine, stuck the thorns in it, and made the creation a part of his skin.
“Now go into the woods,” said Iktómi.
Porcupine obeyed, and Iktómi hid behind a tree.
Soon Wolf came along. He sprang on Porcupine and then ran away, howling.
Bear came along, but he did not get near Porcupine. He was afraid of those thorns.
That is why all porcupines have quills today."
--Aktá Lakota Museum & Cultural Center
Quillwork - A Uniquely Native American Art
Contemporary artists continue an ancient Native American tradition but also bring innovation and new designs.
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The Museum Journal | The Art of Quillwork
<p>Among the Indian women of America the arts and crafts took a prominent place as an occupation and as a […]</p>
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"What I saw almost stopped my breath. The boulder field fell away in a saucer-shaped depression; picking their way slowly across it, three great rams walked single-file in majestic parade. The smallest was a full-curl ram with horns big enough to make any hunter proud. The second was even bigger, while the leader carried a head beyond the wildest dream. His great horns curled around past the bridge of his nose and were tremendously massive and heavy, with the tips broomed off to broad points. It was by far the biggest head I had seen on any sheep, and I had trouble believing my eyes. ...This, I believe, was the finest bighorn head ever taken by a sportsman in North America"
F. H. Riggall - 1912
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F. H. Riggall - 1912
A Record Twice Lost - Sporting Classics Daily
For ten minutes I held my 8x binoculars on it; then it moved. Like magic the tremendous outline of a big ram’s head came into focus, and I almost choked on a mouthful of cold bannock at the size of it.
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Adventures from the Archives - Bert Riggall’s Bighorn Rams
Alberta 1906 Bert Riggall was Alberta’s first Renaissance Man.
Sheep hunting is my passion, up until my knees & legs became old."What I saw almost stopped my breath. The boulder field fell away in a saucer-shaped depression; picking their way slowly across it, three great rams walked single-file in majestic parade. The smallest was a full-curl ram with horns big enough to make any hunter proud. The second was even bigger, while the leader carried a head beyond the wildest dream. His great horns curled around past the bridge of his nose and were tremendously massive and heavy, with the tips broomed off to broad points. It was by far the biggest head I had seen on any sheep, and I had trouble believing my eyes. ...This, I believe, was the finest bighorn head ever taken by a sportsman in North America"
F. H. Riggall - 1912
A Record Twice Lost - Sporting Classics Daily
For ten minutes I held my 8x binoculars on it; then it moved. Like magic the tremendous outline of a big ram’s head came into focus, and I almost choked on a mouthful of cold bannock at the size of it.
Adventures from the Archives - Bert Riggall’s Bighorn Rams
Alberta 1906 Bert Riggall was Alberta’s first Renaissance Man.
BarnBuster
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"A loud, high-pitched pantherine shriek. The clatter of violently disturbed rocks. A long swift dark shape momentarily eclipsed the stars above Rawley’s boulder. Then his sudden, anguished cry of rage . . . All this in a heartbeat.
The leopard had him, and he had her. I saw them for an instant, standing and swaying together like lovers, the leopard clutched in Rawley’s strong embrace, her hind claws working at his abdomen. But of course I couldn’t shoot for fear of hitting him. Then they toppled down into the nullah. I ran over to the edge and peered down, rifle at my shoulder.
“There she was—an elongate streak heading up the far side of the declivity. I swung with her and fired . . .”
Some of Jones' work is...fanciful shall we say, but entertaining nonetheless, BB
https://sportingclassicsdaily.com/the-leopard-of-lorian-swamp/
The leopard had him, and he had her. I saw them for an instant, standing and swaying together like lovers, the leopard clutched in Rawley’s strong embrace, her hind claws working at his abdomen. But of course I couldn’t shoot for fear of hitting him. Then they toppled down into the nullah. I ran over to the edge and peered down, rifle at my shoulder.
“There she was—an elongate streak heading up the far side of the declivity. I swung with her and fired . . .”
Some of Jones' work is...fanciful shall we say, but entertaining nonetheless, BB
https://sportingclassicsdaily.com/the-leopard-of-lorian-swamp/