Found ’em

Well, after last week's mystery, we learned today that we must not have worked hard enough. Today we did. My ankles feel like shattered glass but my spirit and psyche are hovering well above the butte. Angus, as is his wont, is largely responsible. Sun, rocks, and greenup. And ibuprofen, Balvenie, and Lulu's. As good …

Gun as Guitar?

It hit me like a D-minor 7th substituted for an F major chord: when Angus points, I hold the gun in the ready position like a guitar. I don't play the guitar, but my favorite musician does, and I've been wondering for years why, on a good day in the hills, I feel like I'm …

Cold Pheasant Walking

A cold December day, walking for pheasant in western Idaho. We hunted three spots. The only real action came in the second spot, when the videographer was sitting in the truck trying to thaw out from the first spot. Like many of my other videos, this one hopes to show what the bulk of bird …

Cold chukar time

Another cold day. What is it, winter or something? Sun. My first jaunt uphill in a month. Felt good. Angus pointed a big integrated covey of Huns and chukar within about ten minutes, and we had a nice walk after that.  

Goodbye Year

Cold. Cold. Then hot. The virus from hell took one to the jaw yesterday and I escaped the domicile for the first time in way too long with gun, mutt, wife, and good friend. Impossible to pass this up. Cold, bright, dusty snow, shivering dogs, numb fingers. Crops long down. Cover at a premium. Roosters …