The Gnome

The Gnome watched again as the sun set from his treestand—another day without spotting the elusive peryton. He was growing bored of sitting in a tree waiting for the creature to emerge. He’d sat up there for days, listening to squirrels bicker and crows laugh at him. But the Gnome knew his best...

The Gnome arrowed the moose in late afternoon after days of stalking it through the rugged mountain terrain. It hadn’t been an easy hunt, but after one glimpse, he couldn’t get the idea of those paddles adorning his hut out of his mind. And the size of the hindquarters on the beast assured him that...

The Gnome was on a mission to find the biggest bighorn ram in the mountains. He spent the last months of summer in the craggiest peaks of the backcountry, scouting and glassing for the full-curl of his dreams. He spent weeks clambering through boulder fields and scurrying over massive slabs of...

The Gnome held his ramshorn bow at full draw for minutes, ages it felt like. The horned beast browsed carelessly through the brush in front of him and refused to turn in any direction, totally occupied by the lush green grass on the opposing side of the meadow. His arm gave a feeble shake. Annoyed...