Not just for the birds
I used to be an athlete a long time ago. In the summer of 1989, I watched the Boise Twilight Criterium bicycle race as men rode their bikes at lightning fast speed on laps downtown. I was smitten by the action and excitement. That same month on NBC Sports I watched Greg Lemond win the …
The two years we lived in Washington, as I've said here before, were not the easiest two years for us. We missed the chukar hills, empathized with our dogs' longings for open hills of bunchgrass and sage, and just simply were unable to ignore the call to the hills. Local surrogates paled in comparison. When …
We just got a shipment of Hells Canyon Beer Bucking Chukar t-shirts and hoodies! They're available on the store, and will go fast. Also, we knocked $10 off the remaining stock of Chukar Culture t-shirts (they're now $19). Get 'em for your favorite red-legged-devil chaser (even if it's you!). We're working on the Hells Canyon …
50 miles from home, I realized that I forgot to pack my extra shells for our hunting and camping trip. I sat there for a few minutes in the passenger seat in silence and mad at myself at my unthinkable mistake and embarrassed to say anything to Bob. I wanted to run off and hide. …
Hunted an old favorite yesterday, and I'm not hiding the location because I'm afraid it's not long for this world. Peat and I went out for a rare solo hunt (Leslie and Bloom are nursing hurt wheels). The rationale was that the forecast was for nicer-than-normal weather with no precip, with an atmospheric river heading …