The best part about belly-crawling toward a herd of rut-distracted Argentine stags, besides the tang of anticipation in the back of my throat, is the lack of both cactus and rattlesnakes. That, and ...

with a couple of other hunters. After arriving in Buenos Aires, we drove into the countryside toward camp. Everywhere we looked—on the river and in every tiny settlement we passed through—people were ...

In Argentina, there’s plenty of time for duck empanadas before lunch, a siesta afterward, and one more cerveza before bed. There’s just never enough time to reload. I know ducks are coming, and I ...