Kevin Tate

The 32nd annual Clay Classic, sponsored by Winchester Ammunition, will be held at Camp Yocona, near Oxford, Friday, August 14 beginning at 9 a.m.

My hair felt like it'd been pasted to my head with three tablespoons of Crisco. My back hurt from sleeping on a board, and my temples pounded from hollering at our swarm of early-teen boys.

When he hit the ground at the base of the tree, Jon Cunningham broke 12 ribs and shattered a string of other bones. He lost the use of his left

T he Boy scrambled along the mountain trail, crossing rocks and climbing higher, up a stair-stepped causeway paved here with dirt, there with rock.

In three weeks, Mississippi hunters will have a chance to put their hands on one of the big bucks they've been watching all summer long.

T hey'd be getting ready to head south now. Somewhere north of north, as far north as all the roads go and beyond lies the tundra, and the quiet.

Every fall, a familiar ritual plays out at rifle ranges across the country. A hunter bolts a scope onto a favorite .270 Winchester, loads up a box

Every fall, a familiar ritual plays out at rifle ranges across the country. A hunter bolts a scope onto a favorite .270 Winchester, loads up a box

Social media operated from the smartphones we’ve all attached to ourselves and our psyches has no shortage of negative attributes, but inspiring the recall of memories from both the near- and far-flung past are undoubtedly positive.

For nearly a century, the .270 Winchester has had a reputation as one of the flattest-shooting, most versatile big-game cartridges ever built — a favorite since outdoor-writing icon Jack O'Connor