I was hunting deer in the woods of Alaska. It was just cracking daylight. All I could see was my stainless steel barrel on my .308. I was waiting for daylight under a pine tree. It was so humid there was water dripping off of the pine needles.     I heard something in the b...

The Hunt By Jim Palmer Jr.      The rhythmic muffled thump of horse hooves hitting the deep powdery dust of the mountain trail was interrupted by a contrasting metallic clatter when the path of the trail left the choking dust behind and began a segment of trail that was rocky a...

This elk was an amazing and personal gift from the Lord. It had been years since I had elk hunted with my dad and so we planned a 3 day hunt in our old elk hunting stomping grounds.   I traveled from Spokane to meet him in Centralia Chehalis area for the hunt. My dad had done some initial ...

Prickly Hounds Written by Jim Palmer Jr. – May of 2009 In memory of Ken Austin        The sudden huffing sounds behind me made me react like a frightened kid on Halloween night who has been startled out of his whit’s by some ghoulish sound in a dark alley!&nb...