Not just for the birds
One summer while home from college I waited tables at an Italian restaurant in Laguna Beach run by some racist Milanese who'd recently emigrated from apartheid South Africa. How they ended up in Laguna I'm not sure, but their attitudes about people struck me as not only offensive but ironic considering that the kitchen and …
I can't imagine being an insomniac; sleep has never been a problem for me. Almost every night like clockwork Bob wakes up around 2:30 or 3 and turns on the bedside lamp and starts reading a book and will read for at least a couple of hours. Most nights, I'll wake up, glance at him …
"Come on dogs, let's go hunting." Not just one dog but two. Not much more work having two. They get fed at the same time, go to bed at the same time, and adapt to each other's miscellaneous routines at home, like, for example, keying off of each other when it comes to hearing something …
Are the gullible dumb? I've hunted chukar for two decades now, and once in a while I'll have a hunt that causes some kind of fundamental reevaluation of my identity. I earned an Ivy League Ph.D., and even I'm proud of that and view it as an accomplishment. At times, I've even thought it meant …
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A friend responded to a Facebook post I made the other day in which I stated that Leslie made two of the best shots on chukar I've witnessed. This is my account. Since you asked... The first shot was at a single that busted wild about 25 yards above Leslie on a steep, steep basalt …