The Price of a Dog: Part 3 of 3
Part Three: The Devil’s Money Click Here to Read Part Two When I arrived home, I was excited to tell Mother about the double and, of course, the twelve-hundred dollars. I removed the rubber band and began counting the money onto the kitchen table. “…eight-hundred,...
Once in The Stilly Night
It plum tickled his perversity to jist think ’bout chasin’ rarecoons. A classic from the November, 1935, issue of Field & Stream. Dud Dean held the empty frying pan over the glowing coals of our little fire. The fat caught, flared and burned out. After that burst...
Weep No More, My Lady
A most unlikely bird dog lifts a boy to the cusp of manhood.
Hall of Fame Trainer Billy Wunderlich
As good with people as he was with dogs.
The Wonderful Fool
Harrison walked out of the room, smiling and easy on the razor-thinness that was the surface of himself, closing the door quietly on the still woman in the bed and the nurse with the calm professional air. Doctor Joe was there, an old friend with whom he’d killed a...
The Price of a Dog: Part 2 of 3
Part Two: The Wager Click Here to Read Part One Mike did his part. I turned him out of the box, which was sitting at the rear of the wagon and facing the rear. He set out headed straight away behind us, which is what Mr. Reed wanted. He liked to show that his dogs...
The Cull
The common link spanning the wide chasm of wealth and status were the dogs.
You Own What You Condone
It’s basic obedience, not rocket science. I’d gotten together with my pal Jones for a round of sporting clays. It’s something we do every summer before the hunting season, and while its effect on our wingshooting is questionable (the theory, of course, is that it will...
Sporting Classics TV Season 7 Episode 16 Trailer
This week, Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey features upland hunting at the spectacular Cumberland Estate - a Virginia property which has been meticulously restored. If there is heaven on Earth for quail hunters, this could be it. The series airs on prime-time on...
The Price of a Dog Part 1 of 3
Part One: Leaves Papa died in the spring of ’62 when I was 12 years old. Although there had been little interaction between us, he was still a needed figure in my life—a father. Mother wouldn’t, but I made allowances and excuses for his long absences. I would tell my...