The Unorthodox
No will ever mistake me for a sharpshooting shotgun wizard but I’m not afraid of a hike and I know when to pull the trigger.
She won’t win any field trials but she works fairly
Stay
Two weeks into winter and I’ll already be thinking about spring. The snow melting. Long days of sunlight. Hungry pike feeding in the shallows.
Springtime will find me standing in
That’s That Then
It’s a long way to haul a boat just to find it all solid.
Close to a foot at the launches but you don’t know if you don’t go.
A quick look. A return home.
A rather anti-climatic
Stranger In A Strange Land
On that particular day, we hunted the home quarter. More of an appeasement walk for a pent-up dog than anything else, but the gun and the game bag came along, in the off chance
The Remedy
The dog and I went to the valley as the usual haunts weren’t producing.
Sure, we were flushing plenty of birds but connecting with any of them had thus far proved an elusive
Gone, Going
For the third year in a row, there will be no Sharp-tailed season around here.
Zero bag limit.
The leks have been dwindling for some time now. There are numerous factors to
The Start of the End?
My hands were numb and my core trembled, as I stood at the edge of the Peace River. Slogging up the muddy banks, casting streamers and searching for willing fish. Thinking that I
The Hard Way
I am an oddity around here.
Most folks up this way, hunt grouse while driving around in trucks or on ATV’s. Stopping to pot birds with a .22 or .410 while they sit on the ground.
Skeet Skeet
“Weak!!!!!”
The taunts come from the onlookers after yet another miss that put me at a pathetic 0-for-6.
I laugh and shake my head in disbelief. Then relinquish the shotgun, take
Turn
You can see it in the fields
The hay has been cut
The wheat turned a golden yellow
It’s there in the forest
The leaves have begun to dim
The mosquitos have all but