Not for lack of trying, it's been three weeks since I eyed a chukar (not counting the ones I finally cleaned the other day; oh, were they tender, but that's another story). Praying for partridge (click to enlarge photo to see Angus right in the way) I've seen lots of Hungarian partridge (or gray partridge) …
Lulling, or How to Carry the Wrong Gun All the Time
Hunting for chukar and deer I've been looking for, and finding, birds. I've seen chukar, Hungarian partridges, and "dusky" (formerly "blue") grouse (which makes the statuesque, elegant galliform sound like a porn star trying to make a comeback). But I've also seen lots of horned deer while holding my Benelli Ultra Light 12-gauge loaded with …
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Me Find Birds
Residual chukar It's days like this which, despite the snags, make the rest worthwhile. I shot horrendously. I tied up the boat after a 12-mile trip in the chill morning air to discover I'd forgotten to put my boots - the most important piece of equipment - in the boat (so I motored back to …
Week Two: conflict, torn metal, and joy
Failed negotiation Saturday proved unsuccessful in several areas: Aside from a couple of stealthy ruffed grouse, we saw no birds of any kind in nearly 4 hours of hiking high and low across chukarific terrain, some of which Leslie termed, "the most technical hiking I've ever done."During our lunch break in the boat, I was …
Finally!
Chukar in the house Opening weekend came and went, and we're still vibrating from it. We camped in Oxbow the night before opening day, greeted by a big sow bear as soon as we beached the boat. We waited a while, not sure if we should look for another cove, and then two cinnamon cubs …