Not just for the birds
Peat was ten years old yesterday. Aside from upping his counter-surfing game, he hasn't changed much from Day One. Instead, we have. It might explain why we have no friends, but I'll take that trade any day (now). As some of you probably remember, it wasn't like this at first. I still think of the …
Anyone who hunts birds knows heartbreak, if only because most of us have been through dogs. The best of them last a quarter of our lives at the most. So we watch them come and go. And then there are the birds. And the land. Innocence. You know what that's like. I've been trying to …
My morning ritual every day like clockwork is getting roused out of bed much earlier than I want. Usually the culprit for the rude awaking is Peat because his internal clock tells him it's time to get fed. Bloom on the other hand is just an innocent bystander to this stupidness. Believe me, we've tried …
More news this morning from Hercules, about a new lease they signed with the State of Idaho, encompassing for the first time the area on the other side of Highway 71. Most of this land is on the Andrus WMA, and offered hunters and other recreationalists nearly countless opportunities to use the public land. Ranchers …
Over the years, I or Leslie would joke, one of us, usually me, "What is life?" The question, for me, which I shared at the time, years ago, with my wife, came from a recalcitrant student of mine. "Recalcitrant student" is basically the same, in my short career as a teacher, as saying that black …