Not just for the birds
When it comes, the Landscape listens --Shadows -- hold their breath -- Sundays have been the day for me lately. I'm cut in half. I have a herniated disk pinching the L5 nerve that goes down my left leg. After PT and a cortisone shot failed to reduce the fire, brimstone, and other medievalnesses, I'm …
Yesterday, Black Friday, Opt-Outside Friday, or whatever you want to call it, we got lost. Despite extensive research (okay, ten minutes on Google Earth) and years of hiking experience in the area, we ended up nowhere near where we thought we were going. It was cool. Here's a look: Leslie was more surprised than …
I'm nervous about this, but there is a point. Let me get to it. First, neither my wife nor anyone else's wife -- as far as I know -- has died on a chukar hunt. This whole thing started because some of my students learned I was a "YouTube" star (I disagree); for them, stardom …
Sunday, September Sunday ... Outdoors, Like an early page from The Appalachian Book of the Dead, Sunlight lavishes brilliance on every surface, Doves settle, surreptitious angels, on tree limb and box branch, A crow calls, deep in its own darkness, Something like water ticks on Just there, beyond the horizon, just there, steady clock ... …
Lucky to spend the weekend in Hells Canyon, and lucky to be able to hike in great weather in that awe-inspiring place. We didn't find as many birds as I thought we might, but we found some. The lack of moisture has so parched the earth and all its vegetable accoutrements that it feels like …
One thing I love about hunting chukar is trying to find the birds. That involves working with my dogs, looking at maps, doing lots of exploring (often in vain), figuring out why birds are where we do find them and why they're not where we don't. It's a mysterious thing, and -- for me -- …
It's this. I spent most of today's hike weaving together phrases of future, present, and past memory fragments: stressing to keep up with the dogs through backlit bunchgrass on 45-degree slopes toward the water punctuated by dried cattle hoove divots; no concept of my identity but just a pursuit; no concept of the fact that …
There's a gorgeous but reviled magpie out the window scarfing up birdseed. A Eurasian dove just landed 5 yards away. Peat and Angus are snoozing after today's opener, dreaming of getting skunked because their idiotic "master" took them to a parched desert landscape to look, duh, in vain, for the first chukar of the season. …
UPDATE July 23: Jessie will be heading to a family in Colorado, and doing a lot of hunting. She'll have two other GSP siblings (a pup and an old warrior). We wish her, and her soon-to-be former family, the best. I'm posting this as a favor to someone who finds himself in the unthinkable situation …