Zebras get no respect. They're common and widespread, and aren't classed as dangerous game. Oh, yeah? Ask Harry Shelby, the legendary professional hunter, about the time his client dropped a zebra and Harry drove the safari car close and got out. The "dead" zebra leaped up and charged.

If a whitetail buck has grown to maturity in a hunted pasture, I think he deserves the title of "trophy" regardless of the size of his antlers.

It's a little sad that almost everything written about African Hunting features the great dangerous game, the "Big Five" (ie. lion, leopard, elephant, cape buffalo, and rhinoceros). I say "sad" because there are so many other fascinating species of game in Africa that present a very real sporting challenge to a hunter.

Most of us tend to take our sense of hearing for granted, at least until we miss hearing a beloved or meaningful sound ... the voice of a grandchild, the evening song of a mockingbird, or perhaps a musical composition that "takes us back."

The dread malady named in the title occurs most frequently with neophyte hunters, often on their first hunt, and appears when they first see - or more particularly, when they first try to shoot - a game animal.

Port Aransas waters had never seemed so dead as in the summer of 1950. I couldn't buy a bite anywhere . . . surf, piers, jetties, passes or bays. So I went to see Bill Ellis, the owner-in-residence of the historic Tarpon Inn.

Actually, every hunting trip is an adventure of some sort, but some turn out to be more adventurous than others. Regular readers may recall tales of the Deep East Texas Bear Hunters Association, a band of ruffians and misfits who insisted on hunting with muzzleloading rifles.

Actually, every hunting trip is an adventure of some sort, but some turn out to be more adventurous than others. Regular readers may recall tales of the Deep East Texas Bear Hunters Association, a band of ruffians and misfits who insisted on hunting with muzzleloading rifles.

In 1953 I was in the Army, assigned to the Eighth Army Headquarters Public Information Office in Yongsan, Korea, a suburb of the ruined capitol city of Seoul. My job got me out and about the Korean countryside quite a bit, and, being the hunter I am, I couldn’t help noticing the hordes of ringneck pheasants infesting the rice paddies.

Ahunting magazine editor once remarked to me: “Moose are boring!” This offended me a little, seeming to disrespect a game animal that had lost his life. I could hardly argue because at that time I hadn’t hunted moose, but I’d hunted other game in moose country and had found them interesting and impressive animals.