Bird Hunting
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The Cold Shoulder
Flush a bird in the winter and this is the look you’ll get.
A mixture of anger and annoyance, contempt and confusion. She thought you were partners. She thought that you and her
It’s As Far Away Now As It’ll Ever Be
Just a few weeks ago the skies were blue, the clover green and the birds were still moving in the afternoon sun.
But then the daylight dwindles, the thermometer plummets, the
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
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 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.
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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