Josh Wolfe

Josh Wolfe

It didn’t take long for me, following in my father’s footsteps (literally), to develop a deep appreciation for the outdoors. Because it’s there in the wind, in the rain and a cool summer sunrise where I’ve learned more than in all the classrooms combined. My journalistic work is the sum of all I’ve taken from the outdoors and all I want to give back.

It was during a long, grueling two-year stint working as a banker in Huntsville, Alabama, I finally realized I needed to follow my dreams. After sojourning several places across the country, I now call Asheville, North Carolina, home, where I am the co-founder, publisher and editor of The Golf Sport ( magazine and editor of Sporting Classics Daily ( I am also a contributor to OutdoorHub and Global Outfitters, and hope to really inflate that balloon over the next couple years.

For me, it’s the power of the pen that makes the outdoor adventure live forever – as it is resurrected on the page in front of me. I am so fortunate to be a part of the outdoor community and make my passion a career.

Areas of Expertise: Hunting, camping, hiking, fishing

Articles from Contributor

Sort by:

Slowly Moving South: The Migration

The migration, much like the rut down South, seemed to be on its way—until it wasn’t. On a calm and rather warm morning two days before Thanksgiving, sitting in a blind overlooking a rice field near Augusta, Arkansas, Lyle, my father, Chad Powell, and myself…

Read More »

Since 1982, Pheasants Forever has been doing more for the ring-necked pheasant than any other organization

There Were Pheasants Forever

Pheasants Forever is dedicated to the conservation of pheasants, quail and other wildlife through habitat improvements, public awareness, education and land management policies and programs. – Pheasants Forever Mission Statement There were pheasants forever just outside the little town where we hunt in South Dakota.…

Read More »


The 3 Things That Make a Successful Pheasant Hunt

It’s another day. Another highway. One city after another—Nashville, St. Louis, Kansas City; then the plains of the Midwest. But this time, as in all road trips with the grandeur of the outdoors at its inevitable end, the miles are just a bit shorter, and…

Read More »

Sometimes you just need to sit a hunt out.

Sometimes, You’re Just in No Mood for Hunting

The big buck raked the low limbs, velvet still hanging from his hardened horns. A light dust, creating a momentary haze, blurred the distinct path for my arrow flight. From my stand he was 29 yards, and I’d been watching him for over half an…

Read More »