Way Upland
It’s the second day of the upland season and I am in a pre-dawn traffic jam. I’m following a string of crimson taillights up…
It’s the second day of the upland season and I am in a pre-dawn traffic jam. I’m following a string of crimson taillights up…
Sitting here in camp staring at these two peaks in Arapaho National Forest. In the last week the dogs and I have visited both….
I’ve been accused in the past of trying to make every bird hunt a “religious experience.” I laughed it off when first cast. But…
We all have limits. But that edge is never static. It’s a river that rages perilously close or meanders docile and aimless in the…