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Outdoor Life Summer 2018

Our readers' hands-on spirit is reflected in the magazine's comprehensive gear tests and personal adventure stories. Whether shopping for a new rifle, searching for the hottest fishing holes this weekend or thirsting for exciting adventure tales, Outdoor Life is the ultimate resource.

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hurtsboro, alabama/8:22 a.m.

letters@outdoorlife.com The catch dog is the closing pitcher of a hog hunt. He charges in to end the game, and the faster he can do it, the better. You’d be hard-pressed to find two more dedicated catch dogs than Diva (left) and Tank. They’re Randy Brown’s aces, and on this morning, in eastern Alabama, the pair had just downed a young boar and were enjoying a quick breather and some praise. (See more photos from the hunt on p. 72.) Both are American bulldogs, a breed with a storied history of guarding Southern homesteads and catching wild pigs. Old-timers told Brown that the American bulldog’s size and power were unrivaled for catching wild pigs. He’s never been able to prove them wrong.…

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letters

Spring Slam I have to say that when I read the Editor’s Journal, I was skeptical. The news that I would not be receiving OL as frequently was disappointing, as I am always pleased when I open my mailbox to find the latest copy. I must say, however, that I don’t remember an issue I enjoyed more or read faster. I’m more of an armchair adventurer than anything else, and the number and variety of lengthier stories in the Spring issue made it most enjoyable for me. If you guys keep putting out magazines like that last one, I think I can learn to live with four a year! Nathaniel Proto Wallingford, CT I’ve been a subscriber for decades, and recently it seems I’ve seen the same stories and articles over and over, but…

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the right stuff

• Lately a cottage industry has sprung up around the idea that happiness comes from purging objects from our lives. “Clutter consultants” and other gurus urge us to turn our homes into spare spaces that look like something from a design catalog, not a place where actual people live. This is a hard sell for a guy like me. The mantel over my woodstove is covered in feathers and antlers, drawings from friends, battered flies—stuff that may look like clutter to some but means something to me. Then there is the gear I’ve gathered over the years to support my love of hunting, fishing, and camping. It’s all stuff that I use, or at least thought I’d use. But this is one area where I think the idea of simplicity has…

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dispatches

▶ WATCHING There are precious few great movies about hunting and hunters, but Wind River is one of them. —John B. Snow ▶ CARRYING IN THE FIELD I hunted turkeys with one of my oldest guns this spring. It’s a Mossberg 835, a 3 ½-inch 12-gauge pump with a really bad, splotchy, non-proprietary camo paint job. I bought it at a pawn shop in Helena, Mont. It’s heavy as hell, and its ported barrel—which sends muzzle blast sideways—makes it impossible to hunt in a duck blind or anywhere my partners might be within 20 yards. But it’s killed something like 45 gobblers, all with the same factory choke that it came with. —Andrew McKean ▶ LISTENING TO: BHA Podcast & Blast Conservation journalist Hal Herring interviews outdoor players and personalities for Backcountry Hunters and Anglers.…

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202 yards to adventure

Much farther. The distance from the screened kitchen door of our two-story farmhouse to the cabin was the distance between farm kids and explorers, between chores and adventure, between yesterday and today. But my rangefinder reads 202 yards. When I say cabin, I mean the one-room shanty. It was originally an add-on kitchen for a sod house at a nearby farm, which gives you an idea of how old it was. Mom acquired it from a neighboring farm and had Dad and our handyman move it to the bank of our 35-acre lake. It was sturdily built, with horizontal inch-thick planks nailed to two-by-four stud walls. They re-covered the exterior with barn-red gravel-textured tar paper. With Mom’s help, we kids swept the wooden floor, dusted, cleaned, and hauled in second- and third-hand furnishings. There…

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scratch the surface itch

EDITED BY JOE CERMELE fishing@outdoorlife.com It wasn’t the hit that stuck with me. It was the wake. Four years ago in August, on the Cree River system in northern Saskatchewan, tucked into a reed-lined cove, I let a slider go in a 40-foot cast. There wasn’t a breath of wind. Not a ripple on the surface. The intense quiet made that fly’s smack-down sound like the crack of a rifle. Strip. Gurgle. Strip. Gurgle. It only took two pulls before a sparse clump of reeds 15 feet to the right of the bug stirred. A half-second later, that gentle rustle materialized into a bulging push of water that had so much mass behind it, it looked like a fire extinguisher being pulled just below the surface. When it happens, it may last…

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