Not just for the birds
I don't know the people who will feed me... Frank O'Hara, "The Day Lady Died," from Lunch Poems (1964) Please, sir, I want some more...Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist Warning: This post is way less about chukar and more about culture, if you can call it that. We'd probably prefer to think of the word "hunger" …
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was carved by the world's great flood, and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by …
When Peat was 7-months-old, we took him hunting with Angus to a place where his day of hunting lasted exactly 15 seconds. Upon arriving to our hunting destination, we let both dogs out of the pickup and before we knew what was happening we saw Peat streaking a 200-yard beeline to a covey of Huns …
Leslie wouldn't dream of promoting herself, so I'm gonna. I'm doing this because, obviously, I'm proud of her, but also because some of you might find this interesting. Leslie's been making jewelry for a long time, but only recently began making her own silver charms, and only very recently set up an Etsy site to …
The landscapes where the birds live dictate where you'll hunt chukar in the West. Terrain covered in sagebrush, bunch grass, scree veins, and rocky talus outcroppings high up in the clouds is typical in this part of Idaho. You'll encounter steep traverses and sidehilling that make you wish you had tightened your boot laces tighter. …