The Lab Knows
Wyatt knows he’s black. He also knows this is the color of night. He’s been able to surmise that humans have terrible night vision….
Wyatt knows he’s black. He also knows this is the color of night. He’s been able to surmise that humans have terrible night vision….
This is the second attempt I’ve made to close the distance on the Himalayan Snowcock. You have to put in the time. The learning…
Between the years of 1963 to 1979 Himalayan Snowcock imported from Pakistan and Afghanistan were released in the Ruby Mountains of Nevada. Today it’s…
“No, I don’t think you understand, he has NO prior hunting experience…only obedience training.” I wrote to Brian, my new upland hunting buddy. The…
When I hunt alone, which is often the case, there’s a certain ritual to leaving the truck. It’s become habit without much thought anymore….
The first half of the 2014 Upland Season is over and it’s been a whirlwind of travel all across the country. But this last…
It’s easy for me to get caught up in this solo pursuit. The rhythm of walking to the horizon with shotgun in hand appeals…
Something is wrong with me. Any other sane bird hunter would have packed up and moved to the interior where the bird numbers and…
The wind is gusting at my back collapsing my empty game bag. It’s a chilly reminder, as if I needed one. In the distance…
Alaska and I are at odds. I’m here to take her birds. She’s not giving them up easily. I’m to earn them one vertical…