Why We Miss Birds in Upland Hunting
The pointer was facing me, and I could see that he was locked up tighter than a tick. His head was high, his tail set was ramrod straight, and there was no question there was a covey of quail under his nose. The birds were between him and me, and since it was my turn...
A Duck Call Shouldn’t Sound Like That
Duck calling is like any musical talent: some people have the gift . . . and some people do not.
Why I Work with My Wife
Sharing a home and a home office can be trying at times, but when works gets to be too much, this couple heads afield.
Black Dog Handlers
For the past 43 years, on the first Monday in March, after the close of bobwhite quail season on the fabled plantations of the Red Hills Region that that spans Tallahassee, Florida, north to Thomasville, Georgia, the invitation-only Georgia-Florida Shooting Dog...
Old Tree Stands
If only old tree stands could talk, imagine the stories they could tell. Stories about opening days, big bucks, little bucks, deer killed, deer missed. Maybe even stories about what thoughts pass through a hunter’s mind as time goes by sitting in a deer stand. The...
A Return to Repke’s Farm
Following in the footsteps of Gordon MacQuarrie through Wisconsin’s upland woods.
A Glance at The Grouse
The fame of the game red bird overseas is too well known to require any comment here. Besides, in the matter of grouse, we have troubles not a few of our own. That the British bird is a grand fellow goes without saying, but the question if he be the head of his race...
The 45-70 Isn’t Old Yet!
It arrived 150 years ago in a panic. Hickok and Custer had three years to live. It still gets rave reviews!
