The Walther PPK is far from just the preferred sidearm of 007. While many, such as myself, can easily point to their first Bond movie as...

Wet powder was what saved them. The horseshoe shaped ambush would have been devastating in the tight confines of the ravine, but the...

As a young man, I always enjoyed the movie Secondhand Lions, which highlights the adventures of two brothers, Hub and Garth, from their...

Our three-man expedition party had just endured a long, grueling trek through an Alaskan tar pit, enveloped in a tunnel of twisted...

After years of talking about it but never actually committing, all it took was a friend's recent divorce to get myself and two other...

The sky was red and grey as we traversed up. Shale crunched and skidded beneath our boots. I glassed the opposite face, a menagerie of...

When Joseph first pitched the idea of “The Gun Vault”, I gotta be honest, I thought it was pretty stupid. People want to read reviews...

Photo provided by Ryan Blandford of RBMT Media Imagine it is the turn of the century. Picture a German immigrant who has recently started...

The standard, torturous iPhone alarm ring is heard within my dream. I regretfully reach over to grab it off my nightstand, ready to hit...

There are a few essential items that I always have and always will keep in my truck; my Colt 1911, my Japanese Nata, a flashlight, a tin...

There’s history in metal, in leather. Stories that we will never know, but can only yearn to discover. They can be found on dusty shelves...

Staff Sergeant Patrick “Tad” Tadina looked out the cabin of the UH-1D “Huey” as the greenery surrounding Tuy Hoa slid underneath the...

I have too many damn guns. But is there really such thing? Growing up, one of my hunting mentors used to tell me, "You should have three...

Loping ahead of the man, the lean dog tilted her nose up to better catch the wind. Snow tussocks billowed around the pair, as the hot...

I speculate on the theory of trout often, and wonder what they make of the chaos above the surface. Do they know of what is to come?...

My pants are soaked from the morning dew left on the underbrush. I’ve just tripped a third time over a decapitated stump from a state...

We dropped anchor under a blood red Mexican sky in a leeward anchorage off the coast of Isla San Francisco. The old sailor’s maxim held...

“I love shooting late season mallards as much as the next guy, but damn, I can’t handle the cold like I used to.” My friend Logan shouted...

“You brought your bow?” My guide asked me, just as he spit out his chewing tobacco a little too close to my boots. “Yeah. I brought my...

Dan had just finished MacGyvering my Remington 870 16-gauge shotgun to my bird vest, allowing me the use of a trekking pole for the...