American Hunter: How Legendary Hunters Shaped America

American Hunter: How Legendary Hunters Shaped America

Language: English

Pages: 272

ISBN: 1501111337

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

New York Times bestselling author and star of A&E’s Duck Dynasty, Willie Robertson, teams up with William Doyle, the bestselling co-author of American Gun, to share the history of America’s most well known hunters.

American Hunter is the first book ever to compile a chronological history of America’s greatest hunters. Based on the powerful personalities of colorful men and women, this book begins with the Plains Indians and moves through legendary hunters like Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett, Kit Carson, Buffalo Bill, Teddy Roosevelt, Ernest Hemingway, Lyndon Johnson, and more. Also included are the histories of American fox, rabbit, deer, squirrel, duck, goose, and big-game hunting, as well as action biographies of classic hunting weapons.

Author Willie Robertson, famed hunter of Duck Dynasty and Duck Commander, lends his voice to share this bodacious collection of true stories that you’ll want to tell around the campfire after a long day’s hunt.

As Teddy Roosevelt put it, “The virility, clear-sighted common sense and resourcefulness of the American people is due to the fact that we have been a nation of hunters and frequenters of the forest, plains, and waters.” It’s about time we honor American hunters with a book that tells their incredible stories of skill, courage, survival, and downright bodaciousness.

American Hunter is the perfect book for everyone who enjoys amazing tales of American history and for those who love hunting, sport shooting, and wide open spaces.

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one hundred men would be selected for a fur-trading mission up the Missouri River. While scouting near the forks of the Grand River in present-day Perkins County, South Dakota, Glass stumbled into a thicket and startled a mama grizzly bear and her two cubs. Very bad, right? The bear charged, picked up Glass, and pounded him onto the ground, knocking Glass’s rifle away from him in the process. After swiping a hunk of flesh off of Glass and tossing it to her children, the bear chased Glass up a

I say? It was just like jungle fighting in Vietnam. You see how tight my pattern was?” Soon, we’re snacking on ducks we’ve cooked on our little stove in the duck blind, flavored with Italian dressing. “That tastes pretty dang good,” someone says. “That’s a gumbo duck there, boys!” If you’ve never tasted fresh killed-and-grilled duck right under an open sky, you haven’t lived. At the end of the day, we pile the ducks into a boat and go back home. Everybody in the family pitches in to prepare the

cracked up. She couldn’t believe my lack of cosmetic skills. “This is the worst makeup job I’ve ever seen!” she laughed. “Shhh!” I said. “We can’t hunt like this, you’re going to scare all the deer off!” She understood and focused on the hunt. Now, you’ve got to understand: Korie had never been in a deer stand before, she’d never duck-hunted, deer-hunted—nothing. Of course, she’d watched a lot of it on TV, but she really didn’t have a clue about doing it in real life! We decided that I’d take

power and the load to make it there. With a smaller-caliber gun, you’d never take that shot; it wouldn’t have enough range to reach its target. I see a couple of big bass flipping around the pond and want to throw out a line and reel them in. But it would be risky to start fishing; I could totally lose the ducks. It’s September, early teal season in Louisiana, the time of year when enormous flocks of blue-winged ducks migrate during the Grand Passage from breeding grounds in Canada to below the

watched the hunt go on for hours as fallen buffaloes littered the field. “It was sad to see so much death,” thought Grinnell, “but the people must have food, and none of this meat would be wasted.” Cooking fires flickered across the landscape as ribs were roasted, calves’ heads were baked, and livers and hearts were eaten raw. The Pawnee ate, smoked, sang, and danced the night away. It was the last mass buffalo hunt the Pawnee ever staged. The following year, the tribe imploded under pressure

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