Bushwhack Jack's Tracts

In 1961 when I was twelve, Tom Cantwell, patriarch of the Cantwell family, invited me to go on a four-day canoe trip along with a platoon...

If I ever had illusions of pulling off another Brink’s robbery, I was cured of them in the spring of 1958. That’s when Eddie Berkins...

Have you ever looked at a spot on the map and said, “Now there’s a place I have to explore.”? That’s what happened to me. I’d been...

Upon arriving at the University of Wyoming in the fall of ‘67 I started to do some camping with friends. It was what I'd experienced with...

It had been less than forty-eight hours since Al Hendricks, Dennis Alf, and I’d left the comfort of our dormitory at the University of...

For those of you who haven’t been following along, my two college buddies, Al Hendricks and Dennis Alf, and I left the University of...

My mother loved Newfoundland dogs, almost as much as she loved her kids. She got her first Newfie when she was twelve, which started a...

I have a long history with Ampersand Mountain. In 1960, at the age of eleven, I hiked it with my uncle and sisters. It was the start of a...

It was July 1978, friends and I had just completed a thirty-day backpacking trip and were driving down Idaho State Highway 32 for a...

​ Post-WWII was a pretty good time period in America, but there were still plenty of things to scare a kid. Alfred Hitchcock,...

I recently returned from a sixteen-day rafting trip down the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon with my good wilderness travel buddy...