Not just for the birds
We ordered some cool new "Military Green" Bucking Chukar hoodies, as well as resurrected the Chukar Culture t-shirts! Also, we added a few 2XL Bucking Chukar t-shirts since we sold out of those almost immediately last time. And we still have a handful of the burnt orange Bucking Chukar shirts left, so check them out …
To celebrate our return to chukar country, we've resurrected the Hells Canyon Beer Bucking Chukar t-shirts, in three new colors (Olive, Burnt Orange, and Steel Blue). Limited stock, so get 'em while they last. And make sure you read the description carefully: they run a wee bit small. We're considering doing some hoodies, and we …
Went on a short walk with the dogs today. Following them across a freshly snowed baseball field, I noticed their prints paralleling each other, in sets of four paws, like words on a page. Morse code. Tab (if you're a guitarist). Braille in the negative. Then I noticed the two dogs' sets were mirror images …
In some coincidence, by one, I've found myself reading a lot about the Arctic lately. I'd always known it was up there, waiting. Well, not really. It never needed me. But I'd always felt a little guilty somehow. Ignorance. Maybe that accounts for why. Anyway, first was Barry Lopez's Arctic Dreams, which took a while …
"The short man followed, limping, terrific, crablike." Nearly through reading 900 pages of Faulkner short stories, and can't get rid of the sentence above. For some reason. Yesterday, while doing research for a story I'm writing, I came across a Cree word that any bird hunter would appreciate: “Papêtikwâskopaniow.” I wish I could pretend I …