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Stench
Here’s one they don’t tell you: Birds’ innards stink. To holy hell. It’s nice when you can breast out a bird neatly without breaking into the internal cavity; when you can fillet the meat off in two...
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Dirt road soundtrack
Dirt roads traveled in the company of bird dogs and dog-eared maps deserve their own soundtrack. The season is still somewhere ahead, but the road begins to beckon. The first trips are for mountain...
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We’re coming for you
I packed the dry box already. A month from now, the bottom will be filled with empty hulls, spilled dog food and an indiscernible assortment of shotgun shells, granola bars, trash, mud, blood and...
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The Best Kind of Tired
Opening day for sharpies. You escape work early. Pull the necessary gear out of the closet. Instantly the dog knows. He sits by the door, stoically, not the least bit worried about whether he’s going...
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Treed
A friend of mine has a golden that barks “treed” on forest grouse. At first, I found this annoying, the high-pitched yelps of the kind that only goldens can produce and usually only when the owner is...
View ArticleIn defense of Alexander Supertramp
I began to incorporate Chris’s purposeful ignorance into my adventures in the broad landscape once visited by Lewis and Clark. Year after year I explored Montana. Much of it without aid of map or guide...
View ArticleWinter On
December at this latitude is cold and dark, the days all start late and every glimpse of the fleeting sun is considered a minor miracle. The skies are grey and low, night comes quick and the northern...
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