Fallow

Fallow

“What two species of deer do you think have been introduced to more continents than any other?” Asked Scandinavian Prohunter’s Stefan Bengtsson. “Hmmmm…it would have to be either red deer or fallow deer based on my personal experience. I’ve hunted introduced red stag...
The Magic Quarter

The Magic Quarter

“Son, I’ve got something for ya,” said the grizzled hunter, poking our late November campfire and sending ember offerings and prayers to the Man Upstairs. I had known my friend ever since I was a tyke, and I always called him Uncle John, even though he was not among...
A Copper Sky

A Copper Sky

“Not unlike the shine and hue of a newly minted penny!”  The remark came a voice beneath a properly worn and worn well brown felt hat. “Spect there’s a harsh wind blowing across the western plains. Likely will be getting here around near dark, about the time Venus...
When the Hounds Bark Treed

When the Hounds Bark Treed

“They’re treed! Let’s go, let’s go, lets go!” shouted my dad while taking off at a fast trot. I did my best to follow. My six-year-old legs were not long enough to equal my Dad’s stride, but I followed as best I could at a near all-out run. Soon, Dad was a hundred...
Sierra Nevada – Ibex On The Med.

Sierra Nevada – Ibex On The Med.

Alfonso extended backwards his lowered, open palm left hand indicating to stop. As I did, using his right hand he pointed toward the horizon. My eyes moved upward. There stood a young male Sierra Nevada ibex staring in our direction. “Poco, poco!” cautioned my guide...
Properly Grounded!

Properly Grounded!

Our shipment of cattle feed arrived later than expected and took much longer to unload than I had anticipated. I badly wanted to hunt deer that afternoon. A cool front had passed through our area. Whitetails would be moving late afternoon. Sun near sinking into the...
Chester Saves the Day

Chester Saves the Day

As was the case the last several days, the bay and three sorrels had not moved far from where they had been hobbled the evening before. The dappled gray gelding, Chester? No telling where he had roamed. I had seen him run with tight hobbles as fast the other horses...