Colorado’s First Gentleman Discovers Wildlife—Except the People Who Pay for It

 

 

 

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Colorado’s First Gentleman Discovers Wildlife—Except the People Who Pay for It

 

 

by Chris Dorsey

Colorado First Gentleman Marlon Reis has issued a fundraising appeal warning that Amendment 83 represents an “existential threat” to wildlife. This is remarkable news, particularly to the hunters and anglers whose money has helped keep Colorado wildlife in existence. Reis begins with a sentimental parade of citizen scientists, photographers, artists, architects, developers, and admirers of pikas, prairie dogs, beavers, and butterflies. All are worthy. All contribute.

Yet his pageant omits the people who have carried the financial piano up the mountain for generations: hunters, anglers, recreational shooters, conservation organizations and private landowners.

Hunters eventually appear in the letter, but only after photographers and landscape architects—and with a lecture that conservation is “more than aiming a gun.” Thank goodness he cleared that up. Somewhere, a lifelong elk hunter who has purchased licenses, paid federal excise taxes, donated to habitat projects, volunteered for conservation groups, and managed private land just learned that wildlife conservation involves something besides pulling a trigger.

Here is the number Reis somehow couldn’t squeeze between the pikas and pollinators: In fiscal year 2024–25, Colorado Parks and Wildlife’s received approximately $150.7 million from licenses, passes, fees and permits. Federal wildlife grants added another $37.2 million, with important wildlife-restoration dollars generated by federal excise taxes on firearms, ammunition, archery equipment, fishing tackle and motorboat fuel. Direct donations to those wildlife funds (presumably some of the people to whom Reis addressed his appeal), by comparison, totaled just $1.6 million.

Those are CPW’s numbers, not propaganda smuggled out of an elk camp.

In other words, the people Reis treats as morally suspect are not bit players in Colorado conservation. They are its venture capitalists. No serious hunter claims sportsmen alone care about wildlife; the claim is simpler and far more inconvenient. Hunters and anglers built and continue to finance much of the machinery that turns affection for wildlife into actual wildlife: biologists, research, enforcement, habitat, access, wetlands, disease surveillance and population management. Admiration is wonderful, but habitat still prefers checks.

Reis praises volunteers who remove fences for pronghorn. Excellent. Hunters have supported fence-removal projects for decades. He celebrates wildlife crossings, which largely serve elk, deer, pronghorn and other animals whose habitat and migration corridors sportsmen’s organizations have spent fortunes protecting. He applauds research into bighorn pneumonia, prairie-dog plague and bat disease.

Hunters applaud it too—and help finance the agency conducting it. He praises beaver wetlands for benefiting frogs, turtles, fish, raptors, otters, mink, raccoons, herons and moose. Precisely. This is why sportsmen talk endlessly about habitat. Land purchased or restored for ducks, elk or mule deer does not check species-membership cards at the gate. It supports songbirds, amphibians, pollinators and, yes, the monarch butterflies Reis so clearly loves.

That is the point behind Colorado’s popular “Hug a Hunter” advertising campaign: hundreds of species occupying sportsmen-supported habitat receive the benefits without ever purchasing a license, attending a banquet or sitting through an auction for an engraved shotgun. They are nature’s ultimate plus-ones, and hunters are delighted to have them.

Reis then arrives at black bears and portrays Colorado’s 1992 ballot measure as a triumph over hunters apparently waiting at den entrances to execute mothers in front of their newborn cubs.

This is the preferred grammar of animal-rights fundraising: describe the most emotionally inflammatory image available, attach it to an entire wildlife-management system, and keep the donation button within easy reach. He next quotes a 1976 denunciation of leghold traps and claims Amendment 83 will reinstate prohibited methods. There is a small problem: the measure says no such thing. And no ethical hunter, by the way, ever contemplated taking a female black bear as she left the den—also because it was illegal.

The present text establishes a right to hunt and fish, recognizes hunting and fishing as preferred means of prudently managing wildlife populations, excludes nongame and endangered species, and expressly preserves the authority of state agencies and the General Assembly to regulate wildlife management when necessary for sound science, public safety, and the future of hunting and fishing.

Bag limits are wildlife management. Seasons are wildlife management. Methods-of-take regulations are wildlife management. Amendment 83 abolishes none of them; it expressly preserves science-based regulatory authority. What it makes more difficult is eliminating hunting itself through emotional campaigns aimed at voters who may know little about wildlife management but are understandably fond of bear cubs.

Then comes Gandhi, because no animal-rights fundraising letter is complete until a lofty quotation is enlisted to scold rural Americans. Reis claims that to some hunting proponents “the only way to conserve wildlife is by killing it.” That is a cartoon version of their position. Hunting is not the only conservation tool, but it is a proven management tool and one of the central funding mechanisms supporting the entire system. The distinction is apparently too nuanced for a letter organized around “compassion” on one side and “cruelty” on the other.

The wider animal-rights movement Reis embraces loves this rhetorical trick. Meat eating becomes cruelty, hunting becomes murder, trapping becomes torture, livestock production becomes exploitation and, among its most doctrinaire organizations, pet ownership itself is eventually conceived as human domination.

Not every group or supporter accepts every one of those positions, but the movement’s direction is plain enough. These organizations are very good at raising money by putting mournful animal eyes on envelopes. They are considerably less successful at replacing the hundreds of millions of dollars generated by the conservation system they hope to dismantle.

Reis has rehearsed the routine before. He helped inspire Colorado’s “Meat Out Day,” prompting residents to abandon meat for a day in a state where cattle production and beef processing are pillars of the rural economy. Colorado ranked fourth nationally in reported beef production in 2025. Apparently, nothing says political sophistication quite like using the governor’s office to troll the people producing dinner.

This should not be a Republican issue or a Democratic issue, and it certainly should not be another front in the endless national political food fight. It is a common-sense issue. Amendment 83 is an effort to restore some of that common sense in a state where wildlife policy increasingly seems to be written after a consultation with Disney: every predator has a backstory, every bear cub needs a hug, every elk has a speaking role, and anyone mentioning carrying capacity, hunting, or population control is immediately cast as the villain.

Nature is magnificent, but it is not a children’s movie. Wildlife management requires habitat, money, trained professionals, and occasionally difficult decisions that you can’t make by asking which animal has the most sympathetic eyelashes.

Reis warns that if Amendment 83 passes, “everyday Coloradans, elected officials, and wildlife biologists alike will no longer have a say.” Once again, the amendment’s text expressly preserves the regulatory authority of state agencies and the General Assembly. It does not abolish CPW, padlock the Capitol, or send wildlife biologists into exile.

What it threatens is the strategy of using emotionally charged statewide campaigns to prohibit one lawful wildlife-management practice after another while pretending the process is merely an expression of compassion.

Marlon Reis is welcome to hug a butterfly. He should also thank the hunter who helped pay for the meadow.

 

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Governor DeSantis, Your Room at the Hunt Club Is Ready

By Chris Dorsey

Ron DeSantis has become my favorite governor. No, he hasn’t offered me a job, and I’m reasonably certain he doesn’t need my advice. But a governor who makes it cheaper to buy a shotgun, take a kid fishing or spend a weekend in a tent deserves some recognition from those of us whose garages suggest we’ve been getting ready for these activities since the Louisiana Purchase.

Florida’s hunting, fishing and camping sales tax holiday runs September 1 through December 31, 2026, covering qualifying firearms, ammunition, archery equipment, fishing gear and camping supplies. Some purchases have price limits, so read the eligibility list before explaining to your wife that the governor personally approved the new boat. His office estimates the holiday will leave $40 million in consumers’ pockets. A little of mine will probably remain there until I pass another tackle shop.

What I appreciate most is the welcome. Here’s a governor saying these pursuits matter to his state and the families who live there. Take the kids. Buy the tent. Go fishing. Anyone who has outfitted a growing family for much beyond a walk to the mailbox knows the expense. Giving parents a break seems a more useful contribution than another speech about children spending too much time staring at screens.

There’s also a conservation story behind those purchases, one that rarely makes it onto the receipt. Federal excise taxes paid by manufacturers on firearms, ammunition, archery equipment and fishing tackle help finance wildlife and fisheries restoration. Hunters, recreational shooters and anglers keep that money moving when they buy equipment. Florida’s sales tax holiday leaves those federal taxes alone. You save a few dollars, and the conservation funding system keeps working.

Florida’s wildlife commission explains that fishing equipment and motorboat fuel taxes support work including fisheries habitat restoration, boating access, and angler education. Wildlife Restoration funds help conserve habitat, manage wildlife, and provide access. Sportsmen have been helping pay these bills for generations. It’s refreshing to see a governor treat them as valued customers rather than people who need a committee to explain their hobbies.

For this, DeSantis is hereby appointed honorary chairman of my hunt club, with free privileges. I have consulted no one. That’s generally the most efficient way to conduct club business, particularly when members are still arguing about whose dog ate the breakfast sausage.

The governor’s duties will be light: hunt, fish, and maintain a sympathetic expression while someone describes a bird that three grown men missed.

He gets our best room, too—the one with the fewest mice and both hot and cold running water. We’ve considered putting “executive suite” on the door, but don’t want to give the mice ideas about raising the rent.

We’re also discussing an award in his honor. “The Golden Wader” has considerable support, although somebody will have to donate a wader. Whatever we call it, the point is to thank a governor who appreciates outdoor traditions and the people helping pay for their future.

Your room is ready, Governor. Bring a fishing rod. We’ll have coffee on, and I’ve asked the boys to locate a clean towel.

Save the Moors. Sack the Gamekeepers. What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

by Chris Dorsey

Britain’s anti-shooting lobby has devised a splendid countryside strategy: remove the people paying to maintain it, then congratulate itself on saving it. The curlews can run payroll, the grouse can manage the heather, and displaced gamekeepers can become consultants explaining why everything suddenly costs the taxpayer money.

I recently joined eight fellow Americans on Yorkshire’s moors, reunited with dear British friends for an experience that seemed like winning the lottery. The grouse flew like missiles. Our guns mostly issued strongly worded objections to their departure. We were considerably more effective against dinner, where grouse cooked medium rare provided an argument for civilization that no parliamentary committee could improve.

After consecutive poor nesting seasons, many estates canceled or reduced shooting in 2025 to protect breeding stocks. Grouse are wild birds, not chickens delivered in crates. This August, one hunting broker reported more than 30 canceled days amid heather-beetle damage and drought, despite recovery elsewhere. In other words, the alleged exterminators were declining revenue to leave birds alive in hopes of more productive days ahead. An awkward development for the prosecution.

Wild Justice’s petition to ban driven grouse shooting, which attracted more than 104,000 signatures, called the sport “economically insignificant” compared with actual and potential alternative upland uses. What a consoling phrase to deliver to someone whose supposedly insignificant wages buy groceries. Perhaps redundant beaters can feed their children potential alternatives.

BASC’s industry estimate puts grouse shooting’s annual value across England, Wales and Scotland at almost £100 million, supporting more than 2,500 full-time-equivalent jobs. MPs have additionally highlighted an estimated £52.5 million spent annually by England’s grouse-moor owners on management. These are estimates, not divine scripture, but neither are they loose change discovered beneath a duke’s sofa. Perhaps the replacement economy consists of selling one another petitions, although even that eventually requires somebody who still has a job.

Our nine Americans contributed enthusiastically. Hotels, restaurants, pubs and shops received dollars converted into pounds with notable efficiency. We were exporting affection to an old ally and importing memories, with premium meals and purchases helping the balance along. This was the special relationship conducted through hospitality rather than communiqués. Nobody needed a summit; somebody merely needed to bring the bill.

The conservation argument is equally inconvenient for the abolitionists. Britain is a global stronghold for internationally important upland heather habitat. The North York Moors National Park Authority explains that much of its moorland is maintained by farming and grouse shooting; without management, much would gradually become woodland. Those purple horizons did not materialize because someone posted a sufficiently moving hashtag.

Nor does the benefit stop with grouse. An eight-year Game & Wildlife Conservation Trust experiment found that managing predators such as foxes and crows improved breeding success for curlew, lapwing and golden plover more than threefold. That is a measurable conservation result, not simply a photograph of someone looking concerned beside a donation button.

London, meanwhile, sometimes seems less another part of Britain than another planet. Its restaurants understand grouse perfectly well: Wiltons and Kitchen W8 celebrate it on their menus. Apparently, the bird requires a waiter to translate its contribution to society. The cultural gulf is not universal, but it can feel incomprehensible: one country, supposedly sharing a language, unable to agree on what “conservation” means.

Standing on those lean soils beneath that wonderful heather, I could imagine no finer purpose than sustaining wild grouse, other wildlife and the communities bound to them. The gamekeepers and conservationists tending this sacred ground deserve more than applause once their jobs have vanished. They deserve allies while there is still something to defend. These are skills handed from one generation to the next, not downloadable replacements for an abolished livelihood.

In a topsy-turvy world, some traditions should survive because they teach restraint, friendship and obligations beyond ourselves. Our visit was unforgettable not because of what we killed, but because of everything we shared. British and American sportsmen should take that story into the airwaves, into print and across social media, with evidence in hand and conservation history at our backs. We will meet the argument wherever it appears.

We must never, never, never surrender.

My Dog’s Better Than Your Dog

by Chris Dorsey

Tell a hunter his truck is junk and he might agree. Suggest he bought the wrong dog and you’d better arrange another ride home. Breed loyalists run unpaid publicity departments, explaining why digging, drooling, and selective deafness display superior breeding. They’ll buy the same breed forever. Then there are breed hoppers, perpetually shopping for perfection: a Lab, a pointer, a spaniel. Different upholstery damage, same optimism.

For a numerical referee, I used the American Kennel Club’s 2025 registration rankings and selected the ten highest-ranked Sporting and Hound breeds. This measures registered-purebred popularity, not how many dogs actually hunt. The public rankings offer positions rather than breed totals, so nobody should mistake the scoreboard for a census of duck blinds.

The Labrador leads this hunting-breed lineup, ranking second overall after its 31-year run atop all breeds ended in 2022. Its ancestors worked with Newfoundland fishermen, retrieving fish and hauling nets. Watch one excavate your landscaping, however, and you’d swear Labs were originally bred to dig onions. The duck-retrieving business came later; the gardening remains pro bono.

Golden retrievers have their own floral connection: the famous Scottish litter of 1868 included Cowslip, Crocus and Primrose. These willing retrievers carry almost anything, which explains how a magnificent pheasant dog can also greet company with a dead squirrel of a week ago.
The dachshund’s name means “badger dog,” and that long, low body was designed for underground combat, not novelty sweaters. Asking one to obey seems optimistic when its ancestors were selected to argue with badgers. Beagles, meanwhile, bring centuries of rabbit-and-hare-hunting heritage and a superb nose. Once that nose switches on, the owner’s voice turns into a distant foreign-language broadcast.

German shorthaired pointers were developed as versatile hunters, capable of pointing, retrieving, and tracking. They have enough energy to make a marathon runner reconsider his fitness. Their owners call this drive; their neighbors call about the fence. The Brittany, an athletic French pointing dog, officially lost “Spaniel” from its AKC name in 1982. It kept the enthusiasm. Apparently removing two syllables was the only weight-saving measure available.
English springers and cockers once emerged from the same litters: larger dogs sprang game, while smaller ones hunted woodcock. Springers remain keen flushing dogs, seemingly convinced every briar patch contains either a pheasant or their life’s purpose.

American and English cockers became separate AKC breeds in 1946. The American brings an exuberant personality beneath that glamorous coat; the English packs formidable cover-busting ability into a compact frame. Both make you wonder whether the tail is wagging the dog.
The Basset Hound’s French ancestors supplied slower-moving hunting for people on foot. Those short legs and serious scenting ability were tools of the trade. The sorrowful expression merely suggests he has reviewed your shooting and would prefer another handler.

Popularity does shift. Between 2015 and 2025, English cockers climbed from 60th to 35th overall; dachshunds rose from 13th to fifth. Goldens held third, while Brittanys fell from 26th to 31st. A falling rank doesn’t necessarily imply fewer registrations—other breeds can simply gain ground faster.
None of which will persuade a committed dog owner. One good retrieve through icy water or one perfect point in October settles the argument for years. The next puppy will be the same breed. Unless he’s a breed hopper, in which case he’ll explain, at length, why this one finally makes sense.

 

Jan Roosenburg: Fine Guns Need a Future, Not Just a Pedigree

 

 

by Chris Dorsey

There was a time when a London Best or a great Italian double lived in a sportsman’s imagination long before it reached his gun cabinet. Most would never afford one. They respected them anyway. The premium gun trade needs that audience again, including people whose introduction to artisanal skills came through a watch, a car or architecture rather than their grandfather’s gunroom.

Jan Roosenburg spent a decade at Holland & Holland and retired as vice president of sporting weapons. In a recent exchange, he described selling his 1936 automobile for roughly half what he believes it would have brought three years earlier. He had enjoyed it for twenty years, however. The next wealthy enthusiast, however, might dream of a Ferrari instead. His warning deserves attention: our affection for something does not obligate the next generation to share it.

Roosenburg contrasts a $3,000 Beretta with a $230,000 Purdey to illustrate the gunmaker’s predicament. “They both go bang, they are both dependable,” he writes. Without understanding what distinguishes them, a newcomer sees a surcharge for prettier wood. Describing a Chevy versus a Ferrari, he argues, is much easier.

His prescription begins beneath the engraving: explain the inner workings, hand-struck barrels, balance and individual fitting. Holland & Holland’s own account of its workmanship describes precisely engineered actions and bespoke stocks. These are reasons to appreciate the object beyond its ornament. Let someone understand and feel that difference before asking which pheasant he wants engraved on the side.

Fine watchmaking offers a useful lesson. Nobody needs a mechanical watch to know the time. Patek Philippe nevertheless invites the public inside its world through free Watch Art exhibitions. Hermès brings craftspeople before the public through live demonstrations and workshops. The gun trade should borrow that approach: make the work visible, the maker human and the customer curious.

Film the stockmaker. Introduce the apprentice. Explain why balance matters without delivering a lecture intended for six surviving experts. Put those stories where younger adults already discover design and craftsmanship. Such working art deserves better than another photograph against green felt accompanied by terminology that sounds like an entrance examination.

Roosenburg attempted to reach technology entrepreneurs and proposed joint events among leading makers outside the usual shooting circuit. He recalls little enthusiasm from most of his peers. That thinking needs retiring. British, Italian and other European makers should jointly introduce their craft at design gatherings, collector events and luxury travel experiences. They can compete for the commission after creating the admirer.

The invitation must also look different. Welcome women, entrepreneurs and collectors from backgrounds the old gunroom scarcely contemplated. Offer friendly, instructor-led shooting days, introductions to the craftsmen and opportunities to participate in design. Teach etiquette without weaponizing it. Nobody should need an inherited accent to ask an intelligent question.

Build trust through documented provenance and honest condition reports. Follow Hermès’ example of supporting treasured objects through repair and restoration. Give newcomers a credible route through pre-owned guns rather than treating everyone without a bespoke budget as an inconvenience. Roosenburg’s car story should also discourage promises of automatic appreciation. Sell the pleasure of ownership, not a fantasy of guaranteed returns.

Above all, understand what is being offered. As Roosenburg writes, luxury makers sell “something that nobody needs but hopefully wants.” Wanting begins with discovery, grows through understanding and becomes personal through experience.

An heirloom matters because someone loved it enough to pass it on; the industry’s job is to create that first bond again. The finest makers already know how to build guns that can outlive their owners. Their commercial survival depends on ensuring the owners’ enthusiasm doesn’t die with them.

Jim Kennedy Protects Clarendon Farms

 

 

 

Jim Kennedy, chairman emeritus of Cox Enterprises, remembers watching unchecked development transform Hawaii and wanted to ensure the same fate never reached Clarendon Farms, his family’s 5,600-acre South Carolina Lowcountry property. With Ducks Unlimited, the Kennedy family recently placed the remaining 4,400 acres under conservation easement, adding to 1,200 acres previously protected. The property includes more than 40 miles of river and marsh frontage, nine islands, native longleaf pine forest and critical wildlife habitat connecting the ACE Basin to the Savannah River. Worth potentially hundreds of millions of dollars for development, Clarendon will instead remain protected for wildlife, conservation, hunting, fishing and future generations.

Manitoba Mother Says Her Son ‘Fought For His Life’ in Fatal Animal Attack

A 21-year-old Manitoba man died after an animal attack in Sapotaweyak Cree Nation on Sept. 9, according to RCMP. Moses Campeau was found badly injured on a community road after reportedly being attacked while returning to a memorial gathering. His mother, Paula Campeau, believes a bear was responsible, saying a bear and cub had been spotted nearby and criticizing what she described as a slow response from conservation officers. However, Manitoba Conservation says its predator attack team is assisting the investigation and that preliminary findings have ruled out a bear. The specific animal involved remains unconfirmed as investigators continue examining the death.

 

The World’s Deadliest Animals Aren’t the Ones You Think

 

 

By Mark Westerhoven

The animals humans fear most tend to arrive equipped with conspicuous weaponry: a lion’s teeth, a crocodile’s jaws, a shark’s fins slicing through dark water. Yet measured strictly by the number of people killed each year, the world’s most dangerous creatures are generally much smaller—and far less cinematic.

The mosquito stands alone at the top. Mosquito-borne malaria caused an estimated 610,000 deaths worldwide in 2024, while reported dengue deaths added another 11,201. Other mosquito-transmitted diseases increase the total further. By comparison, sharks ordinarily kill fewer than ten people globally in an entire year

Snakes occupy a distant but formidable second place. The World Health Organization estimates that snakebite envenoming kills between 81,000 and 138,000 people annually, overwhelmingly in rural communities where antivenom and emergency medical care may be hours away

Dogs rank third—not principally because of maulings, but because infected dogs transmit most human rabies cases. The estimated annual toll is approximately 59,000, although rabies remains badly underreported in parts of Africa and Asia.

The pattern continues down the list. Freshwater snails host the parasites responsible for schistosomiasis. Kissing bugs spread Chagas disease, which kills more than 10,000 people annually. Scorpions, crocodiles, elephants and hippos follow, although reliable worldwide records for direct attacks become increasingly scarce.

That qualification matters. There is no comprehensive global clearinghouse recording every fatal encounter between humans and animals. The figures for disease vectors are usually epidemiological estimates, while deaths from large-animal attacks are assembled from incomplete national records, medical reports and published studies. Consequently, the ranking—particularly below the first five—is approximate.

Still, the broad conclusion is unmistakable. Nature’s most effective killers do not roar, charge or circle boats. They bite almost unnoticed, transmit disease and disappear.

Massive Bird Migration: Most over Wisconsin, 550M across US

 

 

Bird migration is in full swing, with Cornell University’s BirdCast detecting an estimated 550 million migrating birds across the United States on Sept. 9. The highest concentration was recorded over Wisconsin, where the massive movement was even visible on weather radar. In sensitive radar modes, birds and insects can appear as they travel through the night sky. BirdCast says most migratory birds fly at night, particularly during the first few hours after sunset. Experts recommend turning off unnecessary outdoor lights during migration periods, since artificial lighting can disorient birds and interfere with their nighttime journeys.

 

NSSF Releases 2026 Congressional Report Card

NSSF released its 2026 Congressional Report Card on Sept. 16, evaluating sitting U.S. senators and representatives based on their records on firearm-industry priorities during the 119th Congress. NSSF says its assessment considers votes, sponsorship and co-sponsorship of legislation, committee activity, public statements, and letters on key issues. Five members were not graded because they had recently entered Congress through special elections and lacked sufficient records. NSSF said 14 senators and 71 representatives earned its “Dean’s List” distinction for 100% voting and co-sponsorship records, while 13 senators and 41 representatives received an A+. NSSF says the grades are not endorsements.

 

We Asked 500 Preppers What They’d Barter When SHTF. Nobody Said Guns

A poll found experienced preppers viewed renewable resources and practical skills as more useful for barter than many conventional recommendations. More than 500 people reportedly participated, with seeds and growing supplies emerging as the leading choice, followed by skills and knowledge. Commenters emphasized medical care, mechanical repair, clothing repair, animal husbandry and food preservation. Guns and ammunition received little support as barter items, with participants citing security concerns and their finite nature. The discussion also highlighted the importance of trust: what makes a useful trade depends heavily on who is involved. The article argues that practical skills can become a lasting form of currency.

 

@sportingclassicstv on Instagram: I was interviewed by The US Sun on the growing shark population – a topic I also covered recently in the national wires in my column “We Fixed the Predator Problem So Thoroughly That Now We Have a Predator Problem.” Years of conservation efforts have now disrupted the natural ecosystem, and now Congress could help shark management through the bipartisan SHARKED act. #fishing #saltwaterfishing #sharkedact #whatgetsyououtdoors #sportingclassicstv

Colorado Wildlife Officers Kill Another Wolf, Bringing the Total to 3 in 3 days

Colorado Parks and Wildlife killed an uncollared female wolf from the One Ear Pack in Grand County, the third young wolf the agency has killed in the past week. CPW said the wolf continued preying on livestock despite ranchers using available nonlethal deterrents. The pack’s lineage has been involved with cattle conflicts in Jackson County since a breeding pair migrated from Wyoming before Colorado’s wolf reintroduction began. Rancher Adam VanValkenburg says he spends up to 30 hours a week using nonlethal tools to protect his livestock. CPW said the latest removal followed federal guidelines governing wolves that repeatedly prey on livestock.

5x Wisconsin Bass Champion Caught Cheating

5x Wisconsin Bass fishing crown champion Adam Eisele was recently caught cheating at the 2026 championship. Adam was caught with 14 bass in his livewell the night before the championship by WISCO tournament directors. Adam has been banned from tournaments throughout Wisconsin and should be branded a CHEATER. He should not be allowed to fish any tournaments from this day forward.

 

 

This Week on SCTV
Epic Hunt for Red Stag in Hungary

Make sure to catch this week’s episode of Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey, featuring epic hunts for red stag in Hungary. The series airs on Outdoor Channel every Monday at 12pm, Wednesday at 6am, Thursday at 6pm & 10pm, and Friday at 2 am & 3 pm (all times ET) through the end of 2026. Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey celebrates the greatest hunting and fishing adventures on the planet – catch the action every week on Outdoor Channel.

 

 

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Wilderness is a continuous stretch of country preserved in its natural state, open to lawful hunting and fishing, big enough to absorb a two weeks’ pack trip, and kept devoid of roads, artificial trails, cottages, or other works of man.
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