On the Hunt
Filed In: Culture, On the Hunt, People, Personalities, The Sporting Life
The best bird hunt I can remember…? How could I pick one day above all the rest? It would be like saying one covey rise was the best one, better......
Filed In: Bird, Chukar, Hunt, On the Hunt, The Sporting Life
Up on top, in the saddle between the buttes, a 500-foot climb from the rocky two-track below, sits a rock. Plunked there by a volcano, created first in a cauldron......
Filed In: Experience, Hunt, On the Hunt, The Sporting Life
Picture this: You’re working the edge of a hay field turned brown, cut months before in late summer. A lanky young German shorthaired pointer plunges in and out of the......
Filed In: Bird, Grouse, Hunt, On the Hunt, The Sport Life
To me, “remote” was an abstraction, a vague idea of distance and expanse and low probability. Until I found it on a map. Remote, Oregon, doesn’t pass for much of......
Filed In: Bird, Dog, Hunt, On the Hunt, Shoot, The Sporting Life
At this time of year, I always wonder when I’ll get my last woodcock point of the year. Which dog will be the one to lock up on the point......
Filed In: Bird, On the Hunt, Quail, The Sporting Life
I’ve always been reluctant to take a partner along when I hunt the singing windmill arroyo, whose loveliness and loneliness seem to demand solitude. Still, sometimes I relent and feel......
Filed In: Hunt, Memories, On the Hunt, Quail, The Sporting Life
Cle-cle-cle. The sound was unmistakable—mountain quail. I hadn’t guessed I could find them this close to home. We saw their three-toed tracks in new-fallen snow. When we bounced a covey......
Filed In: Bird, Chukar, Hunt, hunting, On the Hunt, The Sporting Life
The very name of the chukar evokes the sound of its call and the ache in my legs at the end of the day. Chuka-chuka-chuka. Idaho’s Salmon River is called......
Filed In: Memories, On the Hunt, Personality, Stories, The Sporting Life
I loaded the old pointer and was about to invite the adolescent sinner into the car. Rebel had behaved so badly on our last hunt that nothing he could do......
Filed In: Culture, Dog, On the Hunt, Stories, The Sporting Life
Over my shoulder, I’m carrying a Browning over-and-under 2-gauge shotgun, walking a typical Western sagebrush draw with a dry creek bottom meandering through it. As I hunt alone with two......
