Category Archives: Bird Dogs

Packing, puttering, and prepping

Hunting seasons ended January 10 in the North Country. After a frantic and frenetic final week of pursuing pheasants, my neurotic drive to go afield dwindled and a sense of calm descended upon the Clubhouse. Abbey and Sasha are asleep … Continue reading

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A brace of woodcock

A BRACE of game birds: plural, two wild birds of the same type that have been killed for sport or food; from the Middle English or Old French word brace (brah-say), meaning “arms” hence a pair; a sporting term that … Continue reading

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The whirr of homeward bound wings

Bobwhite quail are the most obliging of training birds… after being set free and scattered across the hayfield, they call one another back to the cage in the evening, climb in, settle for the night, and are ready to go … Continue reading

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Without tubes and wires

…the best ending would be a sudden heart stoppage when a trio of rooster pheasants or a covey of prairie grouse explodes at my feet as I step in front of my dog Abbey who is locked on point, frozen … Continue reading

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Snow bird

Abbey began to lecture me: “Wahrl-arn-wahrl-yawl!” which, translated from spaniel French to North Country English means “Pheasant season only lasts eleven weeks, you know, and every day spent in the Clubhouse is wasted, lost forever and cannot be regained.” Snow … Continue reading

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What has it got in its pocketses?

The thing I have never found in my pocketses is the much desired One Ring with the power and sorcery to take me into the realm of great and transformative adventures – or at least grant me enough simple magic … Continue reading

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Dog dreams

Dog dreams These cool nights of early autumn unwrap dream presents, untying the ribbons of my first deep and restful sleep since midsummer’s soggy wool blanket of hot and heavy air smothered the North Country and tucked in for a … Continue reading

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Back roads

Naiveté is the headwaters of all rivers of adventure. Back roads The Nelson Place. That is where I should go, I’d been told. I do not remember his first name; maybe Duane. But as promised on the directions hurriedly written … Continue reading

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Good day in Dakota

A good day in South Dakota, November 2016. Six hunters, three dogs, 18 roosters. From left to right: Abbey, Ty, and Sam. Over the Gang members are Cy, Dennis, Fred, Ken, and Bob. Not pictured: The Old Coot. Abbey offered … Continue reading

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Bird hunting in the classic style

More than seventy-five years ago William Harnden Foster, the laureate of ruffed grouse hunting and a principal in the development of grouse dog field trials in New England, observed that trials for quail dogs had become “races,” so specialized in … Continue reading

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