A Bird Hunter's Thoughts

  Old People Stories   Vern grew up on a small farm in Nebraska, one of seven children. He is the only surviving child. He told me about e...

I was in New Mexico and the hunting was good. On the last day of a week-long Scaled and  Gamble’s Quail hunt, I was due to take the drive t...

Sunday Quiet   I sat in the choir room, in the back corner, and waited for the next church service.  I enjoyed my quiet time- the key words ...

 Love the Hunt If you can learn to love the hunt, you'll hunt longer, happier, with more contentment, and with more energy than if you o...

 Red Hat Christmas is over, New Year celebrations are finished, and my season has about a month and a half to go.   That is only because I...

The Good Place    There is a place.  Sometimes, when I’m driving or daydreaming or thinking about places to visit again, this place pops int...

Digging Holes   If you have bird dogs, many or just one, eventually time will run out.  It’s a sad fact that from a tiny puppy to digging a ...

Snakes   “Cheh... Cheh………Cheh.”     “That’s a weird bird noise,” I thought to myself.  Cheh..Cheh..Cheh, Cheh.   “It must be some sort of Pr...

Chukar   “So, down this hill is a bench.  Along that bench, there is usually a covey of Chukar. Once we get down there, we can walk along th...