You might have heard about this sport that is taking in proportion every year. Airsoft has been steadily moving toward the mainstream and can now be found in most countries. I have taken an interest in it and while I was explaining what it was to my friends, I realized that people have very different opinions on it. Some thought it was cool, others wondered why I would be foolish enough to spend the money on expensive toys, some feared the effect that shooting humans would have on me, while others couldn’t be bothered to give a damn. I will share my experience with the sport and let you make up your own mind. I came across a video on the internet that showed a first-person perspective, much like an FPS computer game, of a person with a weapon, going across a field and shooting white little balls, quite accurately, toward military-looking players. It looked like fun and it bore a striking resemblance to first-person shooters, so it got me interested. Pretty soon I was watching…
Spooked: Elk Hunting in the Pacific Northwest
Perry P. PerkinsThe woods were still and silent in the predawn darkness, every twig that broke under our boots, or brushed our shoulders seemed deafening. With each snap and crackle, we would freeze, my lips forming silent curses as we waited for the telltale thunder of a bull elk crashing down the canyon wall to cross the river and leave us far behind. A moment would pass, then two, and all would remain calm. Taking a deep breath, we would resume our slow ascent through the woods to the top of the ridge. We could hear, faintly, the murmur of the Miami River on the far side of the canyon rim and, occasionally, the soft rustle of the animals feeding on the moss-shrouded plateau above. The top of the ridge formed a shallow bowl of old growth firs, looming high above the perpetual gloom of the forest floor. In the shadow of these giants, the ground was deep with fallen needles, thick hanging moss, and clusters of pasty white mushrooms. The…
Obsession, it would seem, can do as much for one's reputation as talent. When a friend approached me to say that her cousin was flying in from Oklahoma the next weekend, loved to fly fish, and needed someone to show him the local scene, I wasn't all that surprised, nervous yes, but not surprised. Fly Fishing in OregonHere in Oregon, we have an amazing variety and selection of water. With several blue-ribbon rivers flowing through the state, the Deschutes, McKenzie, and Metolius just to name three, and some incredibly prolific still waters like Crane Prairie and Chickahominy Reservoirs, it's hard work to find a place that even I can't land a trout or two. Now the first problem that arises with taking a stranger fishing, especially one who is reputed as a lover of the sport, is that you never know exactly what his commitment is in comparison to your own. I, for example, keep about half of the pockets of my vest filled with flies, tippet, leaders, and the assorted miscellany of fly fishing. …
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