A five-hour horseback ride found us nearing timber’s edge. Through the claustrophobic conifers, granite peaks loomed in the wide open beyond. I’d hunted Dall sheep in various mountain ranges in Alaska ...

All Justin Kallusky could see at first was the mountain goat’s butt. It stuck out from the large, dry cut bank he was laying under, sheltered from the midday sun. He’d been there for a while, and ...

I WAS WORKING my way around the last perpendicular cliff below camp when the wind and rain hit me, covering my eyeglasses with a coating of water. I cased the glasses and groped on through the storm ...