Serious bird hunters: how many minutes of your life have you spent pulling and cutting cockle-burrs out of your partner's hair (I'm talking about your dog)? As a Brittany fan, I can say I've spent my share of time getting my dogs back to Ground Zero after a day in the weeds. Angus is a …
Benelli Ultra Light 12-Gauge Shotgun review
I'm not a spring chicken but I'm not dead yet, either. Still, I find lugging a heavy over-under up 2,000 feet of 60% slopes all day a pain in the butt. And the arm, and shoulder. I lift weights and try to keep a little strength going on in this aging body, but my gun …
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Recovering?
I'm nearly giddy with happiness after hiking today. For the first time since I sprained my ankle I was able to hike, much of it off-trail and on some steep side-hill stuff, wearing my new boots (review to come). It's been five weeks, and it's still nowhere near "good-as-new," but today was the first sense …
Down Time
Not being able to hunt because of my sprained ankle has afforded me the unwanted leisure of thinking about chukar hunting more than doing it. But I thought I'd share some of the thoughts just because it's the next best thing to being on the hill with Angus. Imagining Whenever I drive anywhere near hilly …
Bad Day
The only kind of bad day hunting chukar: hurt yourself when you're alone and can't get any help. Don't do this at home or anywhere else!
Best Day Ever
Our first limit Angus was phenomenal today, and I was even better. He found lots of birds but not more than normal. And I actually hit everything today, which was very abnormal. I went with my friend Dan, who has a young, amazingly energetic springer spaniel (Kacie), who seems never to stop moving at full …
Chukar hunting with Angus
Angus and I headed to the hills yesterday to see if we could find some chukar. These birds live in steep, rocky, hard to reach places. It is always a workout, and those who hunt chukar regularly are obsessed with it, and in very good physical condition. And their feet usually hurt because of the …
Last Train to Clarksville
I was on the treadmill at the YMCA today and this song came on my Shuffle. For some reason it hit me like a ton of bricks. Why? I'd heard Cassandra Wilson's cover before, but never in inescapable circumstances like this. Earphones. Long stretch of time ahead. Getting nailed by music has always been a …
Running with dogs
[Going through the early days of this blog, I found a bunch of posts that never got published for some reason, so I thought, "Why not?" This one's from 7/23/2010] Angus running free In my oh so valiant effort to "stay fit" (an exaggeration of what really is a vain, terror-filled, half-assed attempt to keep …