From the magazine's inception until 1972, practically every cover was a commissioned painting. There were sound reasons for this. Photography was still a primitive art form. Cameras were ill suited to the wilderness, and the people who created F&S; each month simply could not get what they wanted from film. But where film failed, paint delivered. Magazine cover art was a field unto itself, and over the years, the editors of F&S; recruited a stable of gifted men who could put on canvas whatever a sportsman's mind could imagine. Every cover told a tale at a single glance-sometimes humorous, sometimes life-and-death, but always exciting, always eye-catching, and always, the editors devoutly hoped, appealing to the readers.