The Christmas Goose
This past Christmas Eve morning I joined my brother on a hunt for the Christmas goose.
This past Christmas Eve morning I joined my brother on a hunt for the Christmas goose.
Last weekend was the opener of Kansas’ pheasant hunting season.
Dwayne fell, and fell, and fell. I was starting to believe that he kept falling just to have an excuse to take a break from walking.
As young men, my Grandpa and his brothers were in the back forty for a rabbit hunt. They came to the fence at the edge …
My dog Indie is bird crazy. She got this way mostly because she was born to be bird crazy.
The oranging sky is dotted with doves in every direction. Flocks of a dozen birds are trying to land right on top of us…
I initially failed to see the correlation between a dead duck and something that I would actually want…
In the dog days of summer, there’s nothing better than a good bird dog on a solid point… even if it’s on a fly.
The rooster pheasant’s colorful plumage betrays the fact that it spends so much of it’s life hiding…
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