There I Was… It wasn’t my first pheasant hunt. In fact, I had gone several times before. It was different from big game hunting. Fanning out, walking alone, getting slapped in the face by icy willows. It seemed like every time I went out to hunt this bird, I came home more and more frustrated. …
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There I was… A lazy October sunset cast soft shades of pink across the rolling foothills of southwest Wyoming. I was walking quietly, mindful of my position in the breeze. Mindful of the sound of my boots on the dead grass, sharply aware of the frozen earth below, the dark woods around, and the herds …
There I Was… It was September 16th and my first-day sage grouse hunting. I was off of work for three days and all I had was a bird-loving dog and a willingness to suffer. At the risk of sounding totally incompetent, I do have to admit: I wasn’t really sure what a sage grouse looked …
