by Chris Madson | Mar 25, 2024
The sound of the small brass bell was his link to three dogs and almost three decades of bird-hunting.
by Chris Madson | Apr 18, 2022
Contemplations on the ethical hunt. I saw the yellow Rank and the branched antlers as he stepped through a thin place in the second-growth timber, maybe 70 yards away. He was gone before I could even slip the rifle sling off my shoulder, let alone shoot. The wind was...