Steve Ebbert

I was driving down I-85 just a few miles east of Montgomery when my faithful Pinto station wagon became unfaithful. I was coming back to Athens from visiting my family in…

All of us are on a journey in our lives, and some of us, because of “free will” take the rougher roads.  As you can tell from my stories, my journey…

If you are a regular reader of my stories, by now, you know that I am a hunter through and through.  When I think back about all the ways hunting has…

I stood slowly and took my bow off the hook and in only a moment I saw the bear facing me trying to drag a salmon onto the bank.  The bear…

I was hunting with “head guide”, a Russian bureaucrat from the Game and Fish Department who proclaimed extensive knowledge but demonstrated tremendous ignorance.  “What have I gotten myself into?”  As a…

I was sixteen and somewhat stupid, and I was working that summer on the Amite River at Ben & Nita’s in Port Vincent, Louisiana.  I was responsible for mowing grass around…

We were sitting behind my brother’s house looking at the canal when he asked, “Are you going to be mad at me if I walk off the end of the dock?”…

It was early, just after first light when we approached the gate as we had done several mornings before. We were on our way to perform the daily ritual of checking…

In 2000, while on a classic safari in Zambia, I took with me a kid, named Stuart McLean, as my videographer.  Stuart was so committed to me that I’m afraid I…

It was cold, wet and windy on April 8, 1988. It wasn’t exactly turkey hunting weather, but my friend Elmer and I drove all the way to Wilkes County, Georgia the…