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Sporting Classics

September/October 2019

Sporting Classics is devoted to those who love to read. Each issue is packed with the things you love most: guns, knives, adventures, sporting art, dogs, and more. From Hemingway to Buckingham, O'Connor to Rutledge, this is the best hunting and fishing magazine for any sportsman!

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sporting classics

PUBLISHER DUNCAN GRANT EDITOR CHUCK WECHSLER CHIEF FINANCIAL OFFICER WAYNE NANNEY SENIOR EDITORS MICHAEL ALTIZER LLOYD NEWBERRY LARRY CHESNEY ROGER PINCKNEY TOM DAVIS JOHN ROSS MIKE GADDIS RON SPOMER TOM KEER TODD TANNER ROBERT MATTHEWS DWIGHT VAN BRUNT BOB MCKINNEY ASSOCIATE PUBLISHER - ADVERTISING BRIAN RALEY (800) 849-1004 (803) 736-2424 NATIONAL ADVERTISING JEFF THRUSTON/BERNARD & ASSOCIATES 767 MILL ST., RENO, NV 89502 (775) 323-6828 DIRECTOR OF PUBLIC RELATIONS JASON VINCENT CREATIVE DIRECTOR ERIC TAYLOR ART DIRECTOR MICHAEL R. COLEMAN EDITOR-AT-LARGE JAMES CASADA EDITORIAL ADVISORS MIKE GADDIS DOUG PAINTER ADVERTISING COORDINATOR DEBBIE S. MOAK CUSTOMER RELATIONS BILL JACKSON RON STEPP WEBSTORE/SHIPPING LAURA WILHELM ACCOUNTING PAULA CLAAS CUSTOMER SERVICE/SUBSCRIPTIONS STARK SERVICES (877) 724-6423 ALL OTHER PRODUCTS (800) 849-1004 PO Box 23707, Columbia, SC 29224 (800) 849-1004 (803) 736-2424…

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this ’n that

The Appraiser IN THE PRE-DAWN DARK, it was a bit crisp to be climbing up into Wilcox Pass with my paintbox. The temperature was 3 degrees, with a stiff breeze coming off the Columbia icefield, but snow on the ground made it possible to see. By the time the sun rose, I was set up—freezing. The only thing stiffer than my fingers was my paint. I was well along with the painting, but having a devil of a time pushing the paint when I caught the faintest hint of a sound. So faint that I shrugged it off. Again came the out-of-place whisper of a moan. Raising my ear flap, I listened… a wolf howled somewhere over the ridge. I dropped my brush to climb the rise and looked down into the floor…

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flo’s place

Maybe you weren’t the only depositor, but you had a stake in the pot, and across the years some small play in the proposition that Clay would eventuate a child of the wild. For I think back now to when he and his sister Kristin, children of dear friends, sat as tiny folks on their mother’s and father’s laps, with Loretta and I, by a campfire those 20- and 30-something years ago, and I took them on a bear hunt. The way my uncle did for me when I was a laddy-buck as well. Watching them follow my lead, patting with their little hands on their mother and father's knees… mimicking the rhythm of footfall… as we stole carefully along together through a deep forest, ever watchful for bears: Pat, pat, pat, pat……

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a close call in muktesar

That day and on previous days, Jim Corbett had a team of some 30 beaters working hard to flush and drive the tigress toward him. They were not having much luck and were about to call it a day and try again the following morning when Corbett’s attention was drawn to a distant field adjacent to a village. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The elusive tigress was casually walking toward them about 400 yards away. Corbett looked for some cover and a good position from which to take his shot. Meanwhile, the big cat started down a ravine toward a narrow stream. Corbett quickly made his way to where he hoped to get a shot before or after she crossed the water, but there was insufficient cover. As the tigress began to…

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whiskey and palaver at the dying of the sun

All these safari hands were like unionized Democrats. The skinners skinned and only skinned. The trackers only tracked and a gunbearer would not even look at the ground unless he judged the trackers bamboozled. Moses opened and shut the kraal gate, fueled the generator and fed the fire, that’s all. Festo gathered mopane firewood, that’s all. Mopane was hard as soft iron, impossible to split but burned hotter than pig-nut hickory. Festo busted branches and sticks to usable length with an axe hand-forged from a broken truck spring—on a mopane wood fire, of course. And then Moses threw them on the fire. “We like to keep it simple,” Ron explained. “It keeps the hands focused. And if something doesn’t get done, we know exactly who to blame. We never hire from only…

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hunting with the dakota m10 singleshot in africa

If you’ve ever seen that photo of Selous sitting in his camp chair beside two Kori bustards with his falling block rifle leaning nearby, you understand the romance. A hunter like Frederick Courteney Selous could afford to risk a hunt to a one-shot rifle. If he missed, no big deal. He and his .461 Gibbs-Farquharson or Holland-Woodward .256 falling block would probably get another chance in a week or a month or a year. The rest of us, with limited time and resources, typically hedge our bets with bolt-action repeaters. That, I recently discovered, might not be necessary. My single-shot fears were calmed during a recent safari for free-range kudu, warthogs, blesbuck and steinbuck with Geoffrey Wayland of Fort Richmond Safaris in South Africa’s Northern Cape province. Carlos Martinez, manager of…

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