Monthly Archives: September 2010
Simple jobs
Our jobs are simple. She flushes, I shoot. All she needs is water, a high protein diet and the occasional head scratch. I however require boots, vests, high-priced shotgun shells, decent scotch, two barreled shotguns, cigars and eggs over-easy with … Continue reading
Filed under Talegate
Last Call
Grasshoppers whirl at my feet like playing cards snapped into a stiff wind, a sound that is enough like a rattlesnake to skip my heart a couple of beats. This is snake country, and they are still active, even now … Continue reading
Filed under Dogs, Grouses, Open country
Land of the lost
Troy and Samantha are perfectly fine people. He works hard, fishes a bit and uses his small college baseball skills as a Little League coach. She also works (not as hard), looks a little more than good in a sundress … Continue reading
Filed under Grouses, Ill-mannered Jackals
Charged
I worried about the heat; 80 and rising and four dogs in fur coats out in it. I worried about the back end of the old man, breaking down now after nine hard years of sweeping before my guns. I … Continue reading
Filed under Soul
Bag o’ birds
It’s nearly midnight and I’m too tired for a glass of scotch. I’m kneeling over a pile of dead grouse in the garage and in the tight space, the stench of wet feathers and bird shit is overpowering. I flash … Continue reading
Filed under Glutton For Punishment, Grouses
He say “I know you, you know me”
It’s one thing to meet another bird hunter in October at a gas station, motel or greasy spoon diner. The frayed field pants, the whistle around the neck, the pick up with the Vari Kennel in the back, a blaze … Continue reading
Patiently or Otherwise
We wait, patiently or otherwise. We try not to think about it. We occupy the time with other things – fishing, yard work, sports, clays. We frontload – getting things done that purportedly need getting done so that we will … Continue reading
Smithhammer
Tom Reed
Tosh Brown
Matt Crawford
Greg McReynolds
Chad Love
