Rick Bass

Stories

Eat, Prey, Love

For decades, a treasured plot of Hill Country land meant one thing to the men in my family: a chance to kill lots of deer. Today, it means something different.

Stuck Truck

The mud was deep and wet and cold and there was nothing to do but dig. And dig. And dig.

Fish Story

One more trip—would it be the last?—to Toledo Bend Reservoir with my dad.

Excerpt: Nashville Chrome

A new novel.

Wild at Heart

My mother trained me to be a naturalist in our suburban backyard, one bird call at a time.

Not Those Fort Worth Basses

Writer Rick Bass’s ornery, individualistic family has spent a generation explaining exactly who they are not.