Parting Shots

2016-17, even though it was abbreviated by weather, was possibly my all-time favorite season. I began the season in better shape than ever, saw more birds than ever, enjoyed two fantastic dogs working beautifully together every single time we hunted, and spent much of the time in the field with my amazing wife and some …

Survivors

My stress doesn't come close to the stress wildlife endured this winter, but it's been there daily, mainly in the form of wonder and hope. In a phone call with my dad earlier this winter, I lamented the tough conditions for chukar and the rest, and he reminded me of this wonderful Emily Dickinson poem: …

Chukar Rancor

Holy Chukarmole (stay tuned for a new recipe)! Who knew the chukar hunting community was so diverse as to make it downright like the rest of the world? All along I was under the impression that to be a chukar hunter meant that you were beyond the pale of unethical, uncivil, un-whatever behavior. After all, …

Update – warmer

After yesterday's post, I decided to take a spin down to Hells Canyon to see what it looked like, and see if there was any hope for the chukar. Expecting to see pure white, I was pleased to find a sort of belt of burned-off terrain, which had plenty of open ground. Above it and …

Good while it lasted…

Yesterday a pheasant rooster turned up at our bird feeder and gorged himself for more than an hour. Our house is about 400 yards from the nearest cover any self-respecting pheasant would consider. Surely a sign the Upland Apocalypse is upon us. I'd hoped we'd see a turn toward some burn-off so I might get …