As usual, chukar hunting, like some of the best things in life, continues not to make much sense to me. What does make sense to me is that the fact that it doesn't make sense is probably the reason I keep doing it, not necessarily so I can find some sense in it, but because …
Firsts
Leslie locked and loaded Opening day of bird season, always grouse, came and went. I had to wait until after school to head out, and even had to turn away a friend who'd stopped by for a beer unannounced (talk about tough decisions). The continued heat, and the lack of sleep and scores of sick …
Week Two: conflict, torn metal, and joy
Failed negotiation Saturday proved unsuccessful in several areas: Aside from a couple of stealthy ruffed grouse, we saw no birds of any kind in nearly 4 hours of hiking high and low across chukarific terrain, some of which Leslie termed, "the most technical hiking I've ever done."During our lunch break in the boat, I was …