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 …

Granted

We've never been huge-mile hikers. We've never logged more than 9 miles on a chukar hunt, and I think our average hunt is less than 5 miles. But for some reason, each season we seem to go longer. Last weekend I hunted Saturday and Sunday, and totaled about 17 miles, which is a lot for …

Back

What a word. It's a verb. It's a noun. It's an adjective. It's an adverb. It's a body part. It dominated my fall and winter last year. It's the first word in the title of a great movie. It can signal a return to something horrific or sublime. In upland bird hunting, it's also a …