What’s Beautiful?

I was looking for a file for an assignment on Hamlet this afternoon and came across this thing I wrote for one of my classes a few years ago. I'll often write alongside my students on an assignment, or model something before-hand. But I'd forgotten about this. I thought I'd share it here since it …

Season Highlights

A week later, the withdrawal symptoms have begun. Peat's evening hotlaps have intensified. Angus seems more lost than his age and illness can explain, insisting on some daily me-time around dusk to see if any game birds have interloped on our plot. Leslie made the video. I'm having more meltdowns than usual, at least in …

Winter Call

This final Sunday of a marvelous chukar season finds us all, for the first time this season, called to something other than hunting. Leslie and I, forced to take a sick weekend, are watching the growing covey of quail scarf corn while the dogs get an unprecedented seventh straight day of no exercise. These diluvial …

Winter Still

My dogs don’t make me reach between their legs to light the fire. But they do sit right in front of it, waiting and looking and wondering until it’s warm enough for them to lie down and go to sleep on their cushy pads and chairs, and they’re there when I leave, in the dark, …

Winter Faith

My dog does not care where heat comes from, but he cares ardently that it come, and soon. Indeed he considers my ability to make it come as something magical, for when I rise in the cold black pre-dawn and kneel shivering by the hearth making a fire, he pushes himself blandly between me and …

New Stuff

Perfect timing for that post-holiday shopping withdrawal let-down: Chukar Culture beanies, embroidered patches, and stickers! Check out the Shop for the latest stuff. I've also lowered the flat rate shipping fee a wee bit.

Blessed

brittany chukar hunting

As usual, chukar hunting, like some of the best things in life, continues not to make much sense to me. What does make sense to me is that the fact that it doesn't make sense is probably the reason I keep doing it, not necessarily so I can find some sense in it, but because …