Monthly Archives: January 2011

Death grip

How do you kill them? Do you hope the dog takes care of them before he brings them back to hand or are you such a good shooter than you stone every one of them? Or are you like me? … Continue reading

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Trapped

It  wasn’t a conscious decision; we had merely started moving in slightly different trajectories, and in this sort of country that means that before long we were almost a mile, and a deep gorge, away from each other. I look … Continue reading

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Filed under Chukar, Open country, Reloading

Blood and Plunder

He’s a knife-in-the-teeth type, a run-hell, fast-go, wound-tight, son-of-a-bitch, so when he yelps down by the creek—out of sight (again)—I don’t think much of it. He comes roaring back and I can see blood dripping from his ear. The cut … Continue reading

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Filed under Ditch Parrots, Dogs, Glutton For Punishment, Ill-mannered Jackals, True stories

Begin Anew

It begins with hearing the creak of the stove door opening, with someone throwing a few sticks on the coals from last night. Before long, you hear a little crackling and periscope one eye toward the still tightly drawn opening … Continue reading

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The Other

He may be the best dog I will ever walk the ground with. Perhaps not. Perhaps there will be another dog that will display and dazzle. But there will never be another dog like him. And there will never be … Continue reading

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Filed under Dogs, Soul