I don’t know about you, but I could use a bird hunting fix. So here you go. I’ll relive a chukar hunt from last season with my college music school chum Dave. We started meeting somewhere in between our homes annually for a weekend of fishing just after graduation (circa stone age). When I finally saw the light and got a bird dog, we did the same for hunting.
Here’s a pictorial of a chukar hunt somewhere in Southeast Oregon … if I told you more, I’d have to kill you. Enjoy!
[PS: Ted Nugent talks with me via phone … go here for the pure, unadulterated “Nuge.”]
Maybe you too have a friend you can count on to join you on the long, uphill climbs. Going on 32 seasons!
Let's start with the good stuff!
This is a typical chukar hunting challenge. Birds are calling from the top. That's why you hunt them for fun the first time, after that, it's for revenge.
A tradition around here - every dog of mine has had his portrait taken with this peak in the distance. Manny is now part of the legacy.
Through the windshield ... look at a satellite photo of the lower 48 states at night - we are in the darkest spot.
Dave's dog, totally beat. Nope, even the caffeine wouldn't help her, but that can is just holding dog food.
"Camp," such as it is. I miss the van when it's raining, but will soon have an Aliner trailer that will be even cozier.
Scott Linden Outdoors 
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