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Dan Moultrie has experienced the world’s most coveted hunts, harvested once-in-a-lifetime bucks, and shot his fair share of quail and dove on the South’s finest plantations and ranches. And yet, after so many pursuits, there is just one species that makes his day.

This series pursues the idea that food is more interesting when it has a story of its own. Even in a world of rapid urban expansion and deliver-to-your-door technologies, it’s still possible to pursue a life where you’re a part of your food story – the old fashioned way. Whether through hunting, fishing or foraging, meals taste better when they are products of your learned skills, or killer instincts. These are the keepers of that flame, reminding us to stay wild.

The following story was originally translated from Norwegian to English, taken from the book, “A Hunter in the Wilds of Svalbard.” For over two years, journalist Julie C. Knarvik and photographer Sverre Chr. Jarild chronicled the life and story of Svalbard’s last traditional hunter, Tommy Sandal.

Turkey hunting was a whole new world for me. More immersive and nuanced than I could have imagined.

“That was the moment when that pig became food. I connected to the food web.”

On the ground with the Cabela Family Foundation in Mozambique

In Euro-American history, fire has been viewed predominantly as an enemy to life.

‘Tis the season.

Designed and tested by women, without compromise.

New colors, innovative base layers, and women’s gear are here to impress in the First Lite 2021 line of products.

While we’re on assignment, our gear needs to perform in a range of conditions. What draws us to the First Lite Obsidian Merino Pants is their versatility. Whether wet, dry, hot or cold, these pants take advantage of merino wool’s many advantages while also integrating the durability of ripstop nylon. The proprietary fabric blend stretches…

The Land of Plenty

I grew up in South Texas, so tacos de guisado (usually with stewed beef or pork) was part of everyday life.

What we can learn from indigenous management

It was like something out of a Robert Earl Keen song: Addison Edmonds and his college roommates sitting around the living room of their single-floor rental in Oxford, Mississippi one listless Saturday morning, watching B-grade hunting shows and pining for a sleety morning in their fathers’ duck blinds, until someone picked up a mostly empty…