Dispatch From the Caribbean 3

Dispatch From the Caribbean 3

The people along the sand All turn and look one way. They turn their back on the land. They look at the sea all day. As long as it takes to pass A ship keeps raising its hull; The wetter ground like glass Reflects a standing gull The land may vary more; But wherever...

Dispatch From the Caribbean 2

Dispatch From the Caribbean 2

“Long have you timidly waded Holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, Rise again, nod to me, shout, And laughingly dash with your hair.” - Walt Whitman  There are moments when you feel an action. Something...

Dispatch From the Caribbean

Dispatch From the Caribbean

We arrived in St. Croix around three this afternoon. The atmosphere was a bit heavy, some weighty humidity. The wind carried in an air of salt — mnemonic zephyrs of days yester. Scents have an uncanny power to conjure old memories. Catch a whiff of the sea when you...

End of Bird Hunting Season

End of Bird Hunting Season

The end is near! OK, don’t panic hoomans, but the end of bird hunting seasons are near in some areas of America. My plans are to make a few more jaunts for grouse in the high country before snows up there reach waist-high depths. It will be cold in the high country,...

Wild Chukar, Huns and more!

Wild Chukar, Huns and more!

An account of some hight times at Highland Hills filled with wild chukar and more! The etymological roots of the word chukar can be found in the Urdu language of Pakistan and is described by linguistic experts as being onomatopoeic which, in plain English, means a...