I’ve struggled with a fear of heights for as long as I can remember. My dad has it even worse, so I’m pretty sure it runs in the family. For me, the feeling hits when I’m on open slopes without trees or cover – the kind of country mountain goats live in.

There are many beautiful things in the anatomy of a rifle. Its tapered and elegant barrel. The crisp and precise break of its trigger. The fluid repeatability and strength of its action. Its balance, its weight, its sound. And its stock–the component that is both skin and skeleton of a rifle, bringing everything together, turning machined aluminum and steel into a functional instrument of art.

Eberlestock’s tried and true Mainframe set the bar. The new Modframe takes it further. It’s leaner in weight, stronger in […]

I’m about to head out for an early archery elk tag here in Arizona. It’s not a premium unit, not […]