The Treasure of Simply Belonging

The Treasure of Simply Belonging

For restless years I harbored an unrequited craving for a 28 gauge. It came from reading too much Mcintosh, and misconceptions, perhaps, of life and love. In a hundred fantasies, the little 28 would come as breathlessly to shoulder as my high school heartthrob, a...
Choice of the Litter

Choice of the Litter

It was to him a very simple thing and the wonder was that the others, the older ones, were so stupid and confused. It was only a matter of going back a few years to when he was ten and her age, and thinking as he had thought then.  The old urges and desires and faiths...
Setters and Pointers in Advertising

Setters and Pointers in Advertising

“It was the time when hunting and fishing were as popular as video games and reality television shows are today. Let’s have a look at a few from the past 100 years.”

Put Down Your Book and Read Your Dog

Put Down Your Book and Read Your Dog

Scupper was shaking so much that I thought he might spook the black ducks circling overhead. It was cold, there was some ice in the saltmarsh, but we weren’t out here long enough for him to be cold. Heck, it wasn’t even legal shooting time, so the only time he got wet...
Gundogs And Snakes

Gundogs And Snakes

When it comes to gundogs and snakes, know your enemy and be prepared. For many of us, September means the first hunting of the season: doves, teal, prairie grouse. September also means warm if not downright hot weather—and the need to be aware of the health risks...
The Art of Pointers and Flushers

The Art of Pointers and Flushers

The wind shifted overnight, and those northerlies sure cut yesterday’s highs in half. Replacing the hazy hot and humid was dog running weather; mid 40-degree highs, moderate humidity and a consistent, light-variable breeze. Carried on the wind was more than scent, and...
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...
Call to Glory

Call to Glory

They mended our imagination. The most astounding canine players ever to grace the century-and-a-quarter theater of American pointing dog trials. Can we help but suppose which was best? Sioux, La Besita, Palamonium. Luminary, Red Water Rex, Native Tango. Toe the...
The Phantom Setter

The Phantom Setter

Originally published in The Saturday Evening Post in 1961, this story is one of the finest ever written about gundogs and grouse hunting. It is certainly the most chilling.

A Door in the Woods

A Door in the Woods

Though it was now past dusk and the forest was dark and still, I could see that, yes, it definitely was a door, alone, in the middle of the woods. “Good boy, Rex, easy now. Whoa on the bird!”   The gathering gloaming of the approaching evening made it rather difficult...