By Brandon Ray

I shot the fine Texas 8-point buck in the accompanying photo using a rifle chambered in .25-06 Remington. The rig was a loaner Nosler Professional topped with a Swarovski 3-10x42 Z3 series scope with a plex reticle. I used Hornady 117-grain Superformance SST ammo. The shot was 90 yards from an elevated tower blind with a good rest.
The buck would not have been any deader had I shot him with a bazooka. [ Read Full Post ]
By Phil Bourjaily
Earlier this season I got to shoot a wild pheasant with a 16 gauge L.C. Smith shotgun made in 1936. That was a first for me. I have shot birds with Parkers and Foxes but never a Smith.
The gun in this picture traveled a long way from the factory in New York to the field in Iowa where I shot the bird with it. It belongs to Rehan Nana, who works in Pheasant Forever’s marketing department. Nana is Pakistani on his father’s side; his uncle Rohil, a hunter in Pakistan, owned the gun. The uncle sent the gun from Pakistan (who knows how it got there) to Nana’s father when he moved to Kansas City in the 1970s and began hunting pheasants and quail. [ Read Full Post ]
By David E. Petzal
After a week’s silence on the shooting at Sandy Hook School, the NRA’s Executive Vice President Wayne La Pierre called a press conference and laid out the NRA’s position on what could be done to prevent another such tragedy. The speech was not a success. It was marred by the appearance of two sign-carrying, slogan-screaming yahoos who were seated in the front row. If you’re going to give a speech about how to achieve security, it helps to have some of your own. I trust that the person(s) responsible for letting the yahoos into the conference are now working for the State Department, where their lack of competence will pass unnoticed.
One of the things that’s become evident after Sandy Hook is not that some people detest guns and the people who own them, but how much they detest us. I’ve been reading The New York Times since 1958, and I’ve never seen it use language such as it employed to describe La Pierre. I believe that if the Almighty had come down and said the same things He would have been denounced with equal savagery. It is also quite clear that any possible solutions proposed by the NRA or any other... [ Read Full Post ]
By David E. Petzal
Well, the End of Days has fizzled, and if you listen carefully, you can hear Mayan ghosts saying, “A**holes, it’s a circular calendar.” In any event, there’s always hope that life as we know it will end sometime soon. Just have a good view of the proceedings, and rest assured that whatever takes over from us will do a better job than we have.
But that’s not important now. What is important is that the editors of Field & Stream have given me a new column called “Ask Petzal.” (What would you call it? “Ask Biden?”) It will consist of questions from readers and answers from me, and while it will mostly be about guns, it will range to other subjects, such as “Why are you such a curmudgeon?” [ Read Full Post ]
By Phil Bourjaily
Many of us have guns passed down from our fathers. My friend Peter hunts pheasants with his father’s SKB 500. It’s a 12 gauge quite similar to the one I used to have. The SKBs were an excellent value—strong, well made guns—from a Japanese factory which unfortunately now makes, I believe, golf clubs. [ Read Full Post ]
By David E. Petzal
The last time we had a massacre, I said there would be another, and now we have that, and we will have more because we seem unable to solve any of our problems, whether it be the deficit or the fact that Miami Beach will be underwater by the end of this century. But let’s pretend that the untalented hacks who make our laws may be able to surmount their limitations this one time and see what the problems are, that they may address them.
First, of course, is our absolute love of pretend violence. Last week I saw Lincoln, and the four trailers that preceded the feature showed nothing but carnage and mayhem—shooting, stabbing, beating, explosions. No dialog, no plot, just human beings being exterminated. We love this stuff, and are surprised when the real thing comes along as a result.
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By Phil Bourjaily

I should have been easy to spot sitting at the water’s edge on a marsh stool, black shotgun in my lap. And, if I had only been wearing regular camo (right) I would have been easily recognizable as a duck hunter. In an Avery Killer Ghillie suit (left) I looked like a harmless clump of weeds.
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By David Draper

Okay, so I know it’s been egg nog season for at least a month—or that’s at least how long it’s been on the grocery store shelves. I’m just now getting in the mood for the creamy stuff, however, as I like to hold on to my standard autumn drink—hot apple cider and rye whiskey—as long as possible. It’s just a week until Christmas, so I suppose I can no longer hold out to the power of heavy cream, eggs, and nutmeg, not to mention a small measure of liquid cheer. But what cheer to add?
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By Phil Bourjaily

Response to the caption contest of me biting down on a Federal Prairie Storm round was outstanding.
At first, I thought I could pick a winner myself. Of course I preferred the ones that made me seem awesome and mythological, such as Duke123’s entry: [ Read Full Post ]
By Hal Herring
Author Sam Sheridan discovered a love for hunting while researching his new book on self-sufficiency and preparedness. [ Read Full Post ]
By David E. Petzal
I spent the past week in Kansas, a place of very little culture but very many whitetail deer, which is a better reason to go someplace than culture. I was hunting out of elevated blinds with a friend who is a highly experienced hunter and a very good spotter of cloven-hoofed ungulates. Each of us had a laser rangefinder. Mine was in my binocular; his was separate.
What we noticed pretty quickly was that neither rangefinder ever agreed…ever. Sometimes the difference was only a few yards, but sometimes it was 50 yards or more. In addition, my rangefinder also gave Weird Readings. It would say that a deer was 152 yards away when it was perfectly obvious the beast was way over 300. This may have been caused by fog, which we had, or by the beam bouncing off weeds and brush that I couldn’t see but which the laser could. It was, as Richard Pryor used to say, a nerve-shattering experience.
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By Phil Bourjaily
Gun buybacks, the police programs where people turn in guns in exchange for cash or gift cards, usually collect little more than old and rusty junk. I know I own at least one gun I would happily trade for a gift card. But there are times when a real gem or two will show up. [ Read Full Post ]
By Phil Bourjaily
A while ago I received a press release from some flashlight manufacturer billing their 1,000 lumen flashlight as “the world’s brightest.” Now, my own brightest flashlight is a mere 100 lumen Surefire which already seems incredibly, unnecessarily bright to me, so I had a hard time imagining a 1,000 lumen light. My skepticism kicked in anyway “This is America,” I thought. “No way is a 1,000 lumen flashlight the most powerful we can buy.”
A quick Google search turned up the 4,100 lumen “Torch” which, as you can see in this video, lives up to its name. [ Read Full Post ]
By David E. Petzal

So, there I was, sitting in a box blind in Maine 10 minutes before last shooting light, looking through my scope at a hillside with a whitetail on it, trying to decide whether the creature had horns or not. This was complicated by the fact that the whitetail was already in deep shadow, and that the hillside was backlighted by the setting sun, and by the fact that it (the deer, not the sun) had its buttocks toward me and its head down in an infernal tangle of branches, weeds, and other annoying plant life.
I was looking at the critter through a Zeiss Conquest rifle scope and, good as the scope is, I was unable to tell if it was time to pull the trigger. Finally, since the light was running out, I said the hell with it and picked up a Zeiss 10x42 Conquest HD binocular (a loaner; sent it back yesterday) and saw at a glance what I could not see through the scope—that the beast was a doe and that the day was over. [ Read Full Post ]