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Want insight about why Theodore Roosevelt hunted big game? Read this whirlwind interview with TR on hunting Bigfoot promoting my...

September 9th, 1910 The Adventure Journal of Dr. Horace S. Browntrout, Gentleman Explorer Today, I nearly obtained my first Saysquack...

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The mountain loomed ominous as the representative of the last human government climbed toward a mysteriously designated, high-altitude...

Author's Note: The names, events and characters used in this story are products of the author's imagination. The photographs of people...

I recently had the privilege of taking a fieldtrip up to Bremerton Office Machine Company, where I had the chance to meet and chat with...

September 19, 1915 Somewhere near the Ste. Anne River, Northeast of Quebec City Excerpt from the diary of Arthur Lirette (With...

In 1862, a Wyoming cowpoke named Silas McDuggin had a problem. Every time he reached down to itch his foot or adjust his spurs, an ornery...

We were camping in the middle of the hard clay pan of The Playa, an area in the middle of the Black Rock Desert, Nevada about 15 miles...

May 9th, 1911 Letter to Edith from Kermit Roosevelt Dear Mother, Today we met the Englishman who we heard was hunting the Saysquack. It...

In Squabble of the Titans there are numerous allusions to Theodore Roosevelt’s thirst for hunting, killing and eating. Teddy wrote 47...

Perhaps because I have known many megalomaniacal people in my time (and been at the beck and call of some of them) and worked for many...

Here is a map designed for my upcoming book Squabble of the Titans, Recollections of Roosevelt and His Rivals' Hunt for Bigfoot in the...

1 pair Wellies 1 butterfly net 2 jugs formalin (for pickling specimens) 1 machete (for giving jungle vines the old “one-two”) 1...

Look, Listen, Discover. I am a Natural Historian but you may call me The Naturalist. This is The Anatomy of Small Things, A Field Guide....

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By Justin Teerlinck Fuggin pulled open the door to a large wooden wardrobe. He bent over and began throwing clothes over his shoulder....

By Justin Teerlinck Dorpin walked into the town and was immediately knocked over by an applecart driven by a gnome and pulled by a team...

by Justin Teerlinck There once was a centaur called Dorpin Dipsaloo. He lived in a centaur village with his parents and two brothers,...