The hunter arrives in an isolated community in the Tasmanian wilderness with a single purpose in mind: to find the last thylacine, the tiger of fable, fear and legend. The man is in the employ of the mysterious 'Company', but his sinister purpose is never revealed and as his relationship with a grieving mother and her two children becomes more ambiguous, the hunt becomes his own. Leigh's Tasmania is a place where the wilderness can still claim lives; where the connection between people and the land is at best uneasy and cannot be trusted. In prose of exceptional clarity and elegance, Julia Leigh creates an unforgettable picture of a man obsessed by an almost mythical animal in a damp dangerous landscape. The Hunter is the work of a compelling storyteller and a truly remarkable literary stylist.

Hunter S. Thompson, “smart hillbilly,” boy of the South, born and bred in Louisville, Kentucky, son of an insurance salesman and a stay-at-home mom, public school-educated, jailed at seventeen on a bogus petty robbery charge, member of the U.S. Air Force (Airmen Second Class), copy boy for Time, writer for The National Observer, et cetera. From the outset he was the Wild Man of American journalism with a journalistic appetite that touched on subjects that drove his sense of justice and intrigue, from biker gangs and 1960s counterculture to presidential campaigns and psychedelic drugs. He lived larger than life and pulled it up around him in a mad effort to make it as electric, anger-ridden, and drug-fueled as possible. Now Juan Thompson tells the story of his father and of their getting to know each other during their forty-one fraught years together. He writes of the many dark times, of how far they ricocheted away from each other, and of how they found their way back before it was too late. He writes of growing up in an old farmhouse in a narrow mountain valley outside of Aspen—Woody Creek, Colorado, a ranching community with Hereford cattle and clover fields . . . of the presence of guns in the house, the boxes of ammo on the kitchen shelves behind the glass doors of the country cabinets, where others might have placed china and knickknacks . . . of climbing on the back of Hunter’s Bultaco Matador trail motorcycle as a young boy, and father and son roaring up the dirt road, trailing a cloud of dust . . . of being taken to bars in town as a small boy, Hunter holding court while Juan crawled around under the bar stools, picking up change and taking his found loot to Carl’s Pharmacy to buy Archie comic books . . . of going with his parents as a baby to a Ken Kesey/Hells Angels party with dozens of people wandering around the forest in various stages of undress, stoned on pot, tripping on LSD . . . He writes of his growing fear of his father; of the arguments between his parents reaching frightening levels; and of his finally fighting back, trying to protect his mother as the state troopers are called in to separate father and son. And of the inevitable—of mother and son driving west in their Datsun to make a new home, a new life, away from Hunter; of Juan’s first taste of what “normal” could feel like . . . We see Juan going to Concord Academy, a stranger in a strange land, coming from a school that was a log cabin in the middle of hay fields, Juan without manners or socialization . . . going on to college at Tufts; spending a crucial week with his father; Hunter asking for Juan’s opinion of his writing; and he writes of their dirt biking on a hilltop overlooking Woody Creek Valley, acting as if all the horrible things that had happened between them had never taken place, and of being there, together, side by side . . . And finally, movingly, he writes of their long, slow pull toward reconciliation . . . of Juan’s marriage and the birth of his own son; of watching Hunter love his grandson and Juan’s coming to understand how Hunter loved him; of Hunter’s growing illness, and Juan’s becoming both son and father to his father . . .

In my lifetime I have harvested over two hundred deer and many other animals and birds, and that doesnt even count the fish species from coast to coast. I want to leave something to my family to remember me by. As of now, I have five grandkids that are somewhat interested in what I do. They show interest in the shooting sports and archery and fishing. With the fishing, they all have mounted fish I did for them on their walls. I do not push any children into hunting unless they approach me or their parents. My oldest granddaughter showed interest in archery, so when she graduated grammar school, I bought her first recurve bow. Right now she shows no interest in hunting, and thats perfectly OK. My oldest grandson just joined the Boy Scouts and has shot rifles and shot compound bows and now is interested in a compound bow. Last year he asked to go turkey hunting, and I hope he enjoyed the experience. And we didnt kill anything. We already picked out the bow. My three younger grandchildrentwo are eight-year-olds and one is nine-year-oldare interested in target shooting the BB gun and archery shooting. They go for hikes with me to look for shed antlers. All my grandchildren are interested in fishing and all-around activities. My journey will continue to hone their skills in archery and firearms, and hopefully, they might be interested in hunting. My journey is far from over, God willing.

PICTURE STORYBOOKS. One day while playing hunters in the hot dry African bush, Jamina finds a baby elephant whimpering besides its dead mother. As Jamina bravely helps the little orphaned elephant, she vows that she will never be a real hunter.Ages 5+.

"Travel back 12,000 years and learn of Eyr, a youngster who saved his tribe from a woolly mammoth as they traveled from Siberia to Alaska . . . well told in metered verse that flows smoothly throughout...Realistic sketches in burnished colored pencil show details of clothing, family life, and geography." --Children's Literature In this tale, a young Ice-Age boy plays a key role in the survival of his band more than twelve thousand years ago. Eyr ­s band is hungry and in need of new skins. The old seer predicts a coming snow, and without a good supply ofmeat, the band may starve or die of cold. Eyr walks over meadows and hills with the other hunters looking for tracks, but they return with little game. That night Eyr dreams of killing the great woolly mammoth with his sharp spear. He imagines how his band would dance and feast, with food to last them through the dark winter. The next morning the band­s hunter-leader wakes him. Having reached the age that he can hunt alone, Eyr is sent to scout the large beaststhat roam the tundra, especially the woolly mammoths. Taking only his cape, his knife, his spear, and a smoldering ember, Eyr sets out to become a man and save his band.Told in rhyming couplets, just as many ancient storytellers told the epic tales of the past, Eyr the Hunter: A Story of Ice-Age America is based upon many facts. Margaret Zehmer Searcy is a cultural anthropologist who has taught classes about Native Americans and their customs for more than two decades in the Department of Anthropology at the University of Alabama. She has visited archaeological sites and is familiar with the kinds of animals that existed in the Ice-Age landscape. Joyce Haynes has won numerous local, state, and national awards for her illustrations. She has illustrated more than a dozen books and is the author of Drawing Wild Animals . She lives in Southwest Missouri.A story both involving and entertaining, Eyr the Hunter: A Story of Ice-Age America is made all the more moving by its wonderful rhythms and use of vivid detail. A children­s book that can be likened to the Clan of the Cave Bear series, this book can also be useful for explaining how the earliest Americans led their lives. It is a wonderful tie-in to any discussion about native cultures around the world as well.

The first in a series of classic texts reimagined in the modern day. Stolen as a baby and taken in by a pack of street dogs, Mowgli grows up in the jungle of urban Mumbai. As he grows into a man, his life is threatened by the tiger Shere Khan. With the help of Bagheera the panther and Baloo the bear, Mowgli learns that he must become the master of his own fate. This stunning retelling brings Rudyard Kipling's tale to a new audience, and its publication coincides with the release of a new feature length animation of the Jungle Book.

After learning to understand the language of animals, Hai Li Bu the hunter sacrifices himself to save his village.