Weathering the Storm

Moving forward. Going backwards, uphill, and slowly descending. Last hunt of 2020 for us was yesterday, I followed Bob around the chukar hills just like the old days. Camera in hand. No shotgun. Winter is my favorite time to be out there. It's quiet. Following tracks of ghosts of deer, elk, and birds. Detective work. …

Come Sunday

Brittanys on the DL Saturday night After our big storm, which left nearly a foot of snow, I was ready to call it. We've had a great season, and finding birds has always been hard for me once the snow flies. I read at least one blog, though (especially Tucker's Chukars), whose author does not …

Unreal

The day before winter. On autumn's final day, a bluebird one sandwiched between sheets of wet gray weeks, I headed to an old favorite spot from a few years ago when we lived in the city. I got there to find way too much snow even to make an attempt on the ridge. So I …

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.