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Sporting Classics January/February 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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this ’n that

SPORTING CLASSICS AND DORSEY PICTURES TO LAUNCH SPORTING CLASSICS TV WITH CHRIS DORSEY IF YOU LOVE what you see in Sporting Classics magazine, wait until you get a look at our newest venture into television. We’ve partnered with Denver-based Dorsey Pictures, the leading producer in the outdoor category, to bring the pages of the magazine to life through the power of the video medium. Dorsey Pictures has produced some 55 series (more than 2,000 episodes) in the outdoor category over the last 20 years and dozens more series in mainstream cable programming for networks including Discovery Channel, History Channel, HGTV, DIY, National Geographic, Nat Geo Wild, Travel Channel, ESPN, NBC Sports Network, Great American Country, and the leading outdoor networks such as Outdoor Channel. “I’ve been associated with Sporting Classics as a contributor…

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the boy never had a chance

WILLIE BOY made his literary debut in the final chapter of The Greatest Quail Hunting Book Ever. The chapter was titled “A Small Southern Tale,” and it chronicled the comings and goings of a single family of Georgia bobwhite quail hunters in the period following World War II. Young Will represented the legacy of the entire clan, since it was his duty to perpetuate the culture, ethics and traditions that characterize the quail hunting culture of the Deep South. Since then, he has occasionally tripped lightly through the pages of this column whenever his presence was needed. As you would expect, shotguns were a big part of that culture, and Willie Boy developed a fondness for classic, sweet-handling doubles. Later in his life, he came to own many of them. It…

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hers was a gift most cherished

First she gave me her bookcase. And then she gave me her books. I still recall the evening I first met her, and talking with her about those very books long into the night. But most of all, I remember my amazement at the lavish medley of genres and authors they included. To be expected (particularly for a former English teacher such as herself), there were many timeless titles by the likes of Emerson and Poe—Coleridge and Cooper—Hemingway and Faulkner. Whittier, Sandburg, and Longfellow were well represented, as were Alcott, Koestler and Keats. But there atop the bookcase stood four classic wingshooting books by George Bird Evans, flanked by William Harnden Foster and Archibald Rutledge and supported on either side by a beautifully sculpted brace of bronze English setters on full point.…

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“this old house”

Way long ago now, in the antediluvian and simplistic age in which I knew boyhood, circa. 1954, there was a song of considerable notoriety which folks came quickly to love called This Ole House. Written by Stuart Hamblen, and performed by Rosemary Clooney, it topped the music charts in that year both in the US and UK. An encore edition in 1981 by Shakin’ Stevens, altered slightly to This [Old] House, enjoyed similar acclaim. Its immense and timeless appeal, which I could not understand and took more literally as a child, stems from its allegorical inferences to the twilight of life in an age—in any age—when a man’s body and being is intrinsically and sacredly likened to the structural and mindful shelter that houses his soul. To witness, a poignant sample: “This ole…

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sparkling like a saphire

QUICK. NAME AN ITALIAN HUNTING RIFLE … See? That’s the problem. While the Italians are famous for hot cars, hot women and fine shotguns (which can also get pretty hot on an Argentine dove hunt), they seem to have taken a terminal lunch break at the rifle factory. For the shortest Google search of your on-line career, type in “Fine Italian Hunting Rifles.” Honestly, when was the last time you saw anyone in the deer woods with an Italian-made rifle? Well, get ready because the Italian Firearms Group in Amarillo, Texas, has begun importing the Sabatti SAPHIRE (Sabatti All Purpose Hunting Italian Rifle). This gem of a new three-lug bolt-action promises to put Italian rifles on the same stage as Italian shotguns. (Never mind the unhappy previous connection between Texas and an…

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true blue

GRANDMA’S FARM consisted of five acres, mostly wooded except for a half-acre garden loaded with berries and vegetables. Out back stood a shed stuffed with old rakes and spades and other hand tools. Mason jars were scattered among bushel and berry baskets filled with tulip bulbs, all of it smelling like dirt and honest living. Behind the door hid two push mowers, the kind with reels and no motors. Grandma didn’t believe in Briggs and Stratton. Trimmed in dark blue, the house proper had two bedrooms, one bathroom with an old fashioned, four-footed tub crouched against the back wall, a walk-through kitchen and a living/dining room. Grandma believed in blue. Faded blue curtains framed every window, and wallpaper decorated with tiny blue flowers covered the walls. We dried our hands on blue towels,…

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