Not just for the birds
Friday, August 30th. It was warm outside, t-shirt weather, and I was hoping for a crisp, cool morning on grouse opener but the air felt thick and muggy. You could hear a pin drop in all of its calmness. I worked my way up through the deep draw that was nestled between stands of tall …
I admit it, I'm a sucker for trying to take a good shot or even a bad shot. A snapshot, that is. I always swear I'll leave my camera or phone tucked away while I'm hunting but end up breaking my own rule. Bob even went out a couple of times without his gun and …
I'm seduced by landscapes. I'm enthralled by them. Camping next to the Missouri River in Montana for most of the summer, Bob quietly tied fly-fishing flies while Angus slept near. A book sat on the table, a gift that arrived in our mailbox shortly before we left Idaho, given to him by a close friend. …
The culture of chukar hunting in our neck of the woods is pretty evident all-year-around. Go to one of our fall 8-man home football games or a local cross country meet and you'll see your share of Chukar Culture hats on the sidelines. We're wearing them, parents are wearing them, the out-of town Virginians who …
When Peat was 7-months-old, we took him hunting with Angus to a place where his day of hunting lasted exactly 15 seconds. Upon arriving to our hunting destination, we let both dogs out of the pickup and before we knew what was happening we saw Peat streaking a 200-yard beeline to a covey of Huns …