Not just for the birds
Our annual Christmas Day hunt this year was spectacular. Last year pissing rain forced us to abandon our Hells Canyon hunt and sully ourselves with a silly quail jaunt: it was a 5-minute hunt because I brought 3 shells, which I spent in the first two minutes and hit nothing. Peat was so disappointed that, …
Leslie traded her gun for the Nikon yesterday and caught a remarkable sequence on a chukar bust. She actually busted two birds behind me, and Angus went after the lead bird. The bird in the photos is the second bird. When I look at Angus in the third photo, it's hard to reconcile the fact …
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 …
"What's in a name? That we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."Â --William Shakespeare I've never called myself an upland hunter. I don't know why, but maybe it's too broad of a term. I don't hunt quail or pheasant, and don't usually go out of my way to hunt ruffed …