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Archive for December, 2008

In this country, rush hour is a herd of whiteface cattle who refuse to stay in their own lane. There are more cows than people here, so we usually yield right of way to them. Besides, what’s the rush? It’s easy for me to say, when I actually choose to end my hunt early because [...]

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No birds, great hunt … wonder why?

Sometimes, it’s not a heavy bag, it’s knowing you’re back, in whatever way you need to be. For me, recovery from surgery has been a top priority, recapturing muscle tone and endurance with the ultimate goal a bonafide chukar hunt in the (really) high lonesome. If you hunt this Middle Eastern transplant, you know there’s [...]

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On some of my best hunts, I don’t even carry a shotgun.   Letting a friend shoot while I handled Buddy was a brilliant move today, if I do say so myself. Knowing flying birds would probably yield to Rob’s shot, I was free to focus completely on Buddy: steady to wing, shot and fall, [...]

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I am at the mouth of a canyon that harbors the bones of prehistoric horses and mastodons, an ancient seabed now covered with sage and juniper. The trickle of water in the tiny creek is, ironically, the only moisture in a place that was once awash in saltwater. The rugged spires of lava at the [...]

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