Category Archives: Bird hunting

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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Hunting camp maxims

Hunting camp maxims Over the course of five decades in hunting camps, the Over the Hill Gang has discovered several universal truths that we should share with those who are newcomers to the blood sports. Each of these truths merits … Continue reading

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Tyroler hat

Klas took it down and spent several minutes in a more careful investigation. It was just a hat, a fawn-brown Tyroler with a braided, black leather hatband. Its sweatband was smooth, perhaps doeskin. Except for its too-square cut, there was … 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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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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