Discovering Uruguay’s Bird Hunting Wonderland
An orange and white Brittany named Mia slinks cheetah-like through cover, crouching motionless on her belly as she peers like a weathervane into the wind, nosing the scent of a partridge-sized bird known locally as a perdiz (partridge in English). The small game bird...
The Stalemate
Ryan Bybee is a tough guy to fish with. Well, for me, anyway. It’s not that we don’t have a good time when we’re fishing together, it’s just that we have different ways of fishing. I like to run and gun. Find the active fish, pick off the biters, move, move, move....
In The Court Of The Ruffed Grouse King
In the pine barren, the pasture’s edge, the orchard, this is the ruffed grouse’s court . . . and we are honored to be there. In an orchard, long abandoned, we make our way toward a solitary tree, one of few bearing apples this fall. That it has fruit at all strikes me...
Nothing Like on Paper
I was beginning to wonder if the tom had been spooked by a this strange “hen” yelping from inside a vehicle, when I heard a shotgun blast.
Of Remingtons, Parkers and Old Pats
Devout Remington men toting Parkers?
Dowsing, Ducks, Dynamite and Damnation
I felt the shockwave through my feet before I heard the thunderclap explosion. Mud flew, water ran and two days later, I had a new pond. Brothers and Sisters, I am a water witch. Water witching, dousing, doodle-bugging— call it what you will, finding unseen things...
Wayward in Hayward
The man who taught me grouse and woodcock lives with his wife in a Vermont hamlet just this side of Canada. He has some gray in his beard these days but only enough to make him look as wise as his years, and he smells like pipe smoke and cherry-wood shavings. He heats...
Amid Whirring Wings
All the trappings and traditions of quail hunting explained in one article.
In the Moonlight of the Mountains
Sharing a turkey hunt with a daughter who’s growing up too fast.