Hunting stories from the SI Vault

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In this week's SI, Matthew Teague looks at the decline of hunting. SI has covered hunting through the years. Here are some of the stories from the SI Vault.

The Gantlet Run BeginsBy Reginald Walls, October 22, 1956As 300 million ducks and geese pour into the flyways, hunters the nation over look forward to another record-breaking season.

Legacy Of A French NoahBy Jack Olsen, October 7, 1963At the turn of the century Henri Menier imported 100 pairs of whitetail deer to add to the wealth of natural wonders of his Anticosti Island. Menier is now only a memory, but the 50,000 deer that roam the island keep hunters happy and busy.

Grim Reapers Of The Land's BountyBy Jim Harrison, October 11, 1971Hunters and anglers who do not heed fish and game codes -- who snag trout with gang hooks and deerslay with jacklights -- destroy the spirit as well as the substance of outdoor sport. A poet living in rural Michigan indicts these violators of nature.

Seasons Slipping Through An Angler's NetBy Thomas McGuane, July 23, 1973Brilliant trout fishing days -- the salmonfly spring, the calm beaver ponds of summer, the wood ducks flushing and wheeling overhead in autumn -- stream by as surely as the river current.

In The Country He LovedBy E.M. Swift, November 05, 1984In his later years, Ernest Hemingway preferred Idaho to just about anywhere else, and the author, guided by Ernest's son Jack, discovered why during an evocative hunting and fishing trip.A Playwright 'Plinker' Finds Joy In The Practice Of Shooting PistolsBy David Mamet, November 4, 1985Marksmanship appeals to two basic aspects of our American character: the love of skill and the desire to hear things go boom. I have been a backyard marksman (the more technical term is plinker) for years. I have a bull's-eye target set up on a stump 25 yards behind my back porch, and a bunch of swinging metal silhouette targets out beyond that; and, to break up an afternoon of writing, or pretending to write, I periodically step out on the porch with a .22 pistol and plink away.