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 the River of No Return because, in the old days, once you rafted down it, there was no way to get back up. That was before there was a trail, before there were jet boats, before there chukar in the canyon.

We could hear them when we were away from the boat and the roar of the river. Yet there were a thousand feet to climb before we might hope to see a point and the flush. I had little doubt that we were the first people this year to walk this ridge with shotguns in hand.