At cursory glance, which is all most people would take if they bothered to look at all, the reach of winter-browned coastal prairie appeared a mostly monotonous sweep of emptiness. Maybe they'd notice ...

For more than 30 years, the Snipe—a hard-chine 15-footer almost a century old—has been my teacher. I first stepped into one as a newbie 20-something, as a crew for the most demanding skipper I’ve ever ...

Mention snipe hunting to even an avid sportsman and a smile and a snicker are often an immediate reaction, as youthful memories of late-night practical jokes with gunny sacks and flashlights come to ...

Kathleen Tocke is curled up in the bottom of the Snipe, ­thinking she might die, fearful she might not. The supercrew had a bad reaction to seafood, and to say she is not at her best is to put it ...

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“Do you know the bogs at all, Mr. Riley?” asked a member of the Garryricken Club in Kilkenny as he sent me out on my first shoot in Ireland. “I’ve heard the bogs can be treacherous,” I ventured. “It’s ...