Grendel, Leviathan, rainbow kraken; elixir of golden truth or corncob calumet?
by O. Victor Miller
From the March/April 2012 Issue

“Whoa! That’s a real by-god Native American person down there by that waterfall.”

A photographic essay.
by Barry and Cathy Beck
From the March/April 2012 Issue

There’s a lot to see in the northern Maine woods. Endless forest, miles of clean wild water, a log cabin or two—and brook trout, of course.

In the deer stand, we remember how much of life’s richness exists in memory and anticipation.     
by Ron Rindo
From the September/October 2011 Issue

 It’s difficult to communicate the joy I feel seated alone in the darkness of northern Wisconsin on the third Saturday of November.

Wherein is discovered the restorative power of literature—on the menu, in the tent, in the dizzying  heights of the tree stand.
by Kurt Cox
From the September/October 2011 Issue

Getting an epic-sized backpack and myself deep into the wilderness is pure muscle memory, because I’m sure not in bear-hunting condition.