Lloyd Antypowich: 13 books

Lloyd Antypowich has always given his all in everything he has chosen to do. He wore many different hats on the way to achieving his dream of becoming a rancher. This is a compelling story of his journey and the many paths he traveled to make it a reality. His life began in a time of struggle...

To sit in natures cathedral and look down on the creators masterpiece is almost a spiritual experience for Lloyd Antypowich. Every year, for forty years, he took time out of his busy life and followed the call of his heart as it led him into the mountains that he loved. He revelled in their magnificence,...

Within each of us burns a desire that drives our journey along life’s pathway. For Bert Babcock it was to be a trapper. His love for the outdoors and the wilderness drew him like a magnet to the wilderness of Northern Alberta, Canada, some two hundred miles north northwest of Lesser Slave Lake....

Hunting is ingrained in me; as much a part of me as breathing and moving. I learned to love the outdoors and appreciate the skills of being a hunter from my father’s knee. He hunted for survival; that was how he provided meat for his family. When I was four years old, Charlie Pisis, a Cree Indian...

Hunting is ingrained in me; as much a part of me as breathing and moving. I learned to love the outdoors and appreciate the skills of being a hunter from my father’s knee. He hunted for survival; that was how he provided meat for his family.When I was four years old, Charlie Pisis, a Cree Indian...

Hunting is ingrained in me; as much a part of me as breathing and moving. I learned to love the outdoors and appreciate the skills of being a hunter from my father’s knee. He hunted for survival; that was how he provided meat for his family. When I was four years old, Charlie Pisis, a Cree Indian...

Hunting is ingrained in me; as much a part of me as breathing and moving. I learned to love the outdoors and appreciate the skills of being a hunter from my father’s knee. He hunted for survival; that was how he provided meat for his family. When I was four years old, Charlie Pisis, a Cree Indian...

Hunting is ingrained in me; as much a part of me as breathing and moving. I learned to love the outdoors and appreciate the skills of being a hunter from my father’s knee. He hunted for survival; that was how he provided meat for his family.When I was four years old, Charlie Pisis, a Cree Indian...

Hunting is ingrained in me; as much a part of me as breathing and moving. I learned to love the outdoors and appreciate the skills of being a hunter from my father’s knee. He hunted for survival; that was how he provided meat for his family.When I was four years old, Charlie Pisis, a Cree Indian...

Hunting is ingrained in me; as much a part of me as breathing and moving. I learned to love the outdoors and appreciate the skills of being a hunter from my father’s knee. He hunted for survival; that was how he provided meat for his family. When I was four years old, Charlie Pisis, a Cree Indian...

Hunting is ingrained in me; as much a part of me as breathing and moving. I learned to love the outdoors and appreciate the skills of being a hunter from my father’s knee. He hunted for survival; that was how he provided meat for his family.When I was four years old, Charlie Pisis, a Cree Indian...

Hunting is ingrained in me; as much a part of me as breathing and moving. I learned to love the outdoors and appreciate the skills of being a hunter from my father’s knee. He hunted for survival; that was how he provided meat for his family. When I was four years old, Charlie Pisis, a Cree Indian...

There was never a stronger desire that flows through the veins of a Louisiana man to be a cowboy than in Tom Menzer. At nineteen, he had made a good start to do that, but Pontchartrain, Louisiana, did not seem to be the right place, so he turned his horse west and headed for Texas where the real cowboys...