Together with Filson and Foss Media, we present the remarkable story of one man’s quest to live a full life.
In 2007, on a fateful February day, in the remote Northern Wisconsin woods, a solo independent logger named Gary Edinger severed his left leg off while felling a tree. Twenty miles from help, alone, and in forty below temperatures, Gary summoned a remarkable willpower and crawled to his pickup, then drove to safety.
Catch a glimpse inside the life and down time of Canadian native hunting guide, Rye Johnson.
The life of a guide is often the ultimate definition of turning passion into a career. Years, often decades, are spent honing the craft of a would-be guide before he or she takes paying clientele into the crags and rivers most people dare not venture alone.
Simple and satisfying. We looked to the Seacat family for their favorite way to prepare turkey breasts.
Brine Ingredients:
1⁄2 cup brown sugar
1⁄2 cup salt
2 handfuls of peppercorn
2 lemons, quartered
2 oranges, quartered
4 cups water
4 oz. of your favorite bourbon
Townes Seacat sets a goal to get a tom at age 4.
Each year, a tight knit group of families and friends gather at Bobby Warner’s Tucker’s Ridge Farm in Meigs County, Ohio for the opening days of the youth turkey season – a restricted season allowing kids the opportunity to hunt before the general public. Mark Seacat and Bobby Warner have hunted around the world together, but this unique season is a special opportunity to focus on the kids.
Take a tour of Jim Phillip’s curation of over 1,600 sheds in Southwest Montana.
Near the headwaters of the Missouri River in Southwest Montana is a history museum like you’ve never seen. You won’t find a miner’s headlamp, old models, or the first microwave. There’s no admission fee, no wristbands, or entry stamp. This museum – built by miles logged and sweat spilled – holds the history of the Headwaters written in bone, and Jim ‘Antlerman’ Phillips is its one-man curation team.
Our friends at Seacat Creative caught up with Chester Floyd of RER Bows to learn more about the state of traditional archery.
Born in Eden, Wisconsin, a sleepy town of 875 people on the fringe of Lake Michigan in the heart of America’s Dairyland, Chester Floyd is the owner of Stone Point Trading Company and bowyer at RER Bows. At 26 years old, he’s rising as one of the top traditional bow builders in the world.
Photographer and fly-fishing guide, Naoto Aoki, finally gets the opportunity to hunt in the peak of the elk season.
As the fog lifted, I made my way into elk country. Within minutes of leaving my truck, a bull was screaming only a few hundred yards away. I called to him and closed the distance as quickly as I could. Suddenly, through the trees, I could see antlers and he was coming in fast!
Photo by Shane Rickert
Seacat Creative shares photos and sentiments from some of their most memorable locations.
As hunters, harvesting an animal is only half the reward. The more we’re in the field, the more we desire to to set foot on high mountain passes, in deep timber and on open prairies. It’s a classic feedback loop, but one we’re glad to be stuck in.
Follow Erin Braun on a once-in-a-lifetime red stag hunt in Patagonia.
Miserable. Drenched. It didn’t matter what overly expensive, seam-sealed gear we were touting – we were soaked to the core. We crouched low to the rocky soil, half listening attentively for sign of red stag and half trying to shield our faces from the chilled, sideways rain that pelted us. A snapped twig or a faint roar is all it took; every minute of that miserable morning was worth it.
Joe Haeberle reflects on some of the hunting wisdom that has been passed down from father to son:
I grew up in Nebraska hunting with my dad. When I was too young to hunt, I’d always join in on the trip, even if it was to spend a few hours in the cold waiting, watching my father look for the right whitetail to walk down the trail. When I was old enough, dad would begin to teach me all of the important lessons that come along with learning how to hunt an animal, and all of the ways hunting teaches you to connect with the land.
In turkey hunting there are several variations of challenges called “slams”. The most difficult of them requires you to hunt in 49 states and is called the US Super Slam. In 49: Day Seven by Pale Horse Productions, we follow the US Super Slam journey of two hunters as they attempt to fill eight tags in four states within ten days.
The ups and downs from Naoto Aoki as he attempts to harvest his first ram.
With each summit comes newfound hope that a big, mature ram is within view. Although I’ve yet to experience that moment, I do not turn a blind eye to all that surrounds me. Sheep hunting has brought me to some of the most beautiful places in the world, and as a photographer, everywhere you look offers some of the most picturesque backdrops you could ever ask for.
Learn from the the staff at Seacat Creative as they explain the most common hunting mistakes they encounter.
"Our team at Seacat Creative is collective of hunters and outdoorsmen and women. There really isn’t a time of year that one of us isn’t on a hunt or prepping for the next one. Water-cooler talk on Monday morning is far too often composed of the previous hunts mishaps. The unsuccessful hunts typically share some common mistakes that our successful hunts tend to lack. So we compiled a list of the common mistakes we here at Seacat Creative have gotten pretty good at making over the years. Try to avoid these mistakes if you want to end your next hunt with a notched tag."
“You’re invited back to the ranch, you in?” My best friend Andy texted. I hesitated.
Most hunters wouldn’t think twice before saying yes. Hunting Texas quail and predators on a 180,000 acre private cattle ranch is a once-in-a-lifetime experience for most. It’s a place where they filmed “No Country for Old Men”, near the border of Mexico. You just drive 10 hours southwest of Dallas, Texas to the middle of nowhere, take a left on an unmarked gravel road and then go an hour further.
Follow Anthony Ferro's firsts in Upland hunting.
Every year around early August the instinctive desire to head to the woods for another Upland Season begins to beckon my wild heart. This is the time of the year where the culmination of all my summer conditioning and training are called to question. If you’re anything like me; September 1st as a pointing dog handler is better than Christmas for a young boy. For most, September 1st is opening day of dove season, and who doesn’t love sitting down and shooting 100 shells to harvest 15 dove? But for a select few states, the first of September is opening day of grouse and prairie chickens.
Eric Jacobs reflects on the season of archery elk hunting in Montana.
Waiting. Listening. Trying to control the shivering. Two days of near-relentless rain had given way to snow and wind, and moisture seemed to have permeated everything. Dense clouds had us socked in high on the mountainside, rendering binoculars and rangefinders useless. Unable to glass any of the open parks or timberlines that surrounded me, I simply sat, tucked back into a stand of cedars a short way below the ridge, and waited for the elk to meander their way out of their bedding grounds and announce their presence.
Fred Bohm takes the high road in Western Colorado.
“Uhhh… there’s a what?” I stammer out in stupefied confusion. “Yea, right behind you. Comes all the way to the top.” Our newfound friend eagerly feeds us the locals’ inside information. “All the way from the bottom? All the way to the top?” Bryce points off the cliff that our camp is so precariously perched on. “Like a road you can drive on, with a car?”
Inspired by the memory of good friend Andrew Brose, Aaron Hitchins and Will O'Brien take to the Yukon wilderness in pursuit of Moose, Arctic Grayling, and adventure. Flying in upstream of dangerous whitewater, without a guide, they find themselves up against harsh elements and unknown circumstances. Lacking the capabilities to do it on their own, they must rely on their other to succeed, and survive.
Alex Rich calls in a Montana bull elk.
The beam of my headlamp illuminates my breath, as I gather my bow and gear in the pre-dawn chill of a September morning in Montana. Just like so many days before, I prepare for my morning pilgrimage into the wilds of elk country.
Jillian Lukiwski heads to the high backcountry of the Frank Church in search of elk.
I came to Idaho by way of Canada, Alaska, Northern California, Arizona and Washington. It didn’t take me long, once I began putting roots down in this state, to become interested in and then obsessed with the Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness that sits like a wild, bottomless hole in the very heart of Idaho.
