Dog
Filed In: Dog, hunting, Sporting, The Sporting Life
Deuce is big and brawny, with a coat so white it’s inaccurate to refer to him as a yellow Lab—he’s positively ghostly. When he’s hunting, not only is Deuce’s tail......
Filed In: Dog, The Sporting Life
The vizsla’s stunning coat has been compared to burnished gold and cinnamon. It’s been called tawny, russet, firelit, sunset, and spice. Forever eye-catching, the vizsla’s coat is actually a mix...
Filed In: Dog, On the Hunt, The Sporting Life
Trying to describe the wirehaired pointing griffon (ususally shortened to simply “griffon”) is a flirtation with paradox. The words “soft, cute, calm” come out in the same breath as “desire,...
Filed In: Chukar, Dog, Experience, Partridge, Stories, The Sporting Life
We worked dogs for a very long time up a long, gradual slope to a position at the top of a rolling Oregon hill. From that elevated vantage point, I......
Filed In: Dog, Experience, Sporting, The Sporting Life
A dog you love should live as long as you do. How often now have I said this to myself since I began hunting over dogs? That was 59 years......
Filed In: Culture, Dog, hunting, On the Hunt, The Sporting Life
English cocker spaniels hold a special place in my heart. Watching these handsome dogs hunt a field, quartering in their distinctive figure-eight pattern, is almost hypnotic. Like when you gaze......
Filed In: Dog, Kennel, People, The Sporting Life
Epiphanies are confounding. You never know you’re going to have one, right up until the moment you do. They can’t be summoned, predicted, or carefully constructed from the sturdy building......
Filed In: Dog, Hunt, The Sporting Life
To see an English Pointer at work, quartering a grain field and slamming into scent, is to see a pointing dog defined. In that frozen moment, it all becomes clear:......
Filed In: Dog, Hunt, hunting, The Sporting Life
It can happen at any time, whether moments out of the truck at the start of the new day or at the end of it all, tired, footsore and cold.......
Filed In: Dog, Hunt, The Sporting Life
A quarter-inch of ice lay on the surface of the flooded Arkansas rice field in early January. Tank, a 6-year-old German wirehaired pointer, sat quietly in the blind as we......
