FILED IN: On the Hunt
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: 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, Experience, Hunt, On the Hunt, People, Stories, The Sporting Life
It was a long way to the end of the fencerow, and plantar fasciitis was killing me. Each step felt like a spear was being jammed into the bottom of......
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: Grouse, On the Hunt, The Sporting Life, Woodcock
On the Opening Day of the grouse and woodcock seasons, I am like a coiled spring. I wait for months on end until Father Time tick-tocks his way slowly through......
Filed In: Chukar, hunting, Lodge, On the Hunt, Partridge, The Sporting Life, Travel
The first bird up was a chukar partridge and it skied rapidly and then cut left. The sweet-mounting and swinging Caesar Guerini 20-gauge loaner gun barked and the partridge folded.......
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......
