By Wendi Rank   Me again. Still not sure what I’m doing here. But Land Tawney called me out by name in his winter Backcountry Journal editorial. And it took me six months to see it. I will angst about that for – let me see; calculating here – yep, forever. I will angst about that forever. So I will do what Land called me out for doing. I will share my Rendezvous experience, which Land calls my slant on conservation. I call it complaining but, hey, should I argue with the CEO after I ...

The author at the Outer Banks, circa 1984 I’ve been known to hop on a BHA virtual pint night. It’s an excuse to indulge in a microbrew and learn a few things. I’m the BHAer that doesn’t go outside. My knowledge of the outdoors is as limited as the outdoors is vast. But for me, pint nights are a double-edged sword. One recent pint night the conversation turned to alligator hunting. BHAers shared their experiences hunting alligators in North Carolina. My thoughts mired like the swamps in which ...