Absolutely nothing beats soaking in the great outdoors, except maybe the satisfaction of enjoying a few brews or cocktails around the campfire with your friends. Whether you’ve spent the day hiking, fishing, rock climbing, mountain biking, or whatever, putting a few back and maybe even getting a little faded with a…
This video is a couple days old, but it shows the, um, windy conditions at Gullane Golf Club, scheduled venue of next month’s Scottish Open. Lotta wind going on here. Big wind. Huge, huge wind.
It has been a rough year for my five little holly trees, transplanted last spring from a nursery to the muddy, weedy slope of the western edge of my home property, along the stupidly long driveway.
Do the best you can with what you have—it’s an old idiom, and one that is particularly useful when it comes to explaining the above image. It is also useful to note the pathetic foot at lower left. Here is how it came to pass.
It’s more or less springlike now, pending yet another cruel and absurd outbreak of The Eternal Winter of 2017-18. Here in my absurd forest dwelling, spring means that we are emerging, pallid and blinking, to plant new trees and azaleas, to try with ludicrous and doomed vanity to restore some mowable grass to the gross…
I truly wish video existed of this event: Kelly Kraft narrowly missed the cut at the RBC Heritage in South Carolina Friday after his tee shot at the par-3 14th hit a bird mid-flight and dropped directly into a water hazard. Per the PGA’s website:
In a heartwarming tale of a college freshman doing something right, Central Michigan women’s soccer player Natalie Belsito saved a drowning critter on campus. She credited the successful rescue to an episode of The Office.
Welcome back to Deadspin Nature Moment, an irregular feature in which we share various goings-on from the natural world with our readers.
Sam Alipour took Texas native Jimmy Butler to explore the beauty of his new home in Minnesota for an ESPN piece, and while Butler already looks comfortable on the basketball court further north, he’s a little more nervy about the unfamiliar environment.
The National Park Service is considering implementing “peak season pricing” in 17 of the country’s most popular parks, proposing an increase to $70 per car. Currently, Yellowstone charges $30 per vehicle, or $50 for Yellowstone and Grand Teton.
David toppled Goliath in the form of this antelope taking down a long-necked victim desperately trying to avoid it at a Netherlands zoo. The gritty attacker showed no mercy, even as helpless zoo visitors looked on in disbelief.
Sometimes, I’ll lay awake at night and dream of the day I can write a lede as chilling as the one Alex Acquisto has written for the Bangor Daily News:
A tourist who fancied a bath in one of Yellowstone National Park’s many geothermal pools slipped while attempting to gauge the temperature of the broth, fell into what turned out to be a deadly near-boiling acid bath, and dissolved. That is about the most metal thing I can imagine, but also he is extremely dead.
This is a barren time in the sports calendar. We are in a desolate trough between the international intrigue of the Olympics and the drama and nonsense of football season. I’m goddamn bored. Coincidentally, the National Parks Service turns 100 years old today. Unlike late August, the National Parks are good, and as…
In 1924, when the New York Times asked George Mallory why he was going to make his third attempt to scale Everest, he infamously, if apocryphally, answered, “Because it’s there.” It’s a fantastic reason to climb a mountain, pithy and cavalier, the kind of thing every man wishes would be inscribed on his tombstone.
I am unable to take a vacation. I go on vacations, but the idea of just sitting around doing nothing is pure torture. On our honeymoon, I made my new bride go on a canoe trip, which ended poorly when I paddled her directly into a scraggly bush overhanging the riverbank. Our first fight as a married couple! Some years…
At some point, every creature on this good earth, including you, will be faced with a final choice. Will you obediently accept death's cold embrace, or will you rage against it? I think we all know how this fish answered that question.
This morning, in the Deadspin staff chatroom, we found ourselves debating whether a hippopotamus or a rhinoceros would win in a head-to-head battle. Since the question wasn't settled there [even after, like, six hours—ed], Albert Burneko and Greg Howard have decided to air the question in a public forum.
This mockingbird doesn't care about the size of that hawk, or that it could shred the twerp up in five seconds if it wanted to. The bird version of Cortland Finnegan just keeps agitating its much larger "friend."
Of course you do!