Monthly Archives: February 2011
Not Today
Opening weekend. This is my place, goddamnit. My name may not be on the deed, it may even say “public” on the sign, but it’s mine nonetheless. I’ve purchased it with the coin of time and sweat and shoe leather and … Continue reading
Filed under Talegate, Undaunted by Futility
A Texas Quail Hunter’s Haiku
Today is the end The quail season that wasn’t The drought lingers on
Home
Wind wedges its way between the boards, slowly deconstructing at a pace that could only be observed via time lapse imagery. A place where the roof was repaired with scrap tin lifts up, levitates for a few moments, and slams … Continue reading
Wall tents
In the age of high-tech fabrics and two-man tents that require you to spoon your hunting dog and leave your boots out in the rain, I had a revelation. Wall tents are awesome. The Romans knew it. And the Souix, … Continue reading
Filed under Talegate
Bloody hands on the wheel
It’s only after I have been through the drive through, paid and taken the heart attack in a paper sack from the teenage boy at the window that I notice my hands are covered in blood. It’s only pheasant blood, … Continue reading
Filed under Road Tales, Talegate
Jackets are the answer
It’s cold. Seeing as it’s winter, it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise. Apparently surprises the shit out of a lot of people though. They are so surprised that many of them forget how to drive, or how to … Continue reading
Filed under Dogs, Glutton For Punishment, Talegate, Undaunted by Futility
Road rage
The road there sings anticipation. Dogs grumble from the shell, butts and junk sniffed, dominance decided but as tentative and thin as September ice. In the cab, laughs and Dew and miles to go. This year a new place relayed … Continue reading
Filed under Chukar, Glutton For Punishment, Open country, Road Tales, Talegate
The Words We Use
“Language shapes the way we think, and determines what we can think about.” – Benjamin Lee Whorf We have come to refer to rivers and forests, trout and elk as “resources.” They have become units that inhabit still other units. … Continue reading
Filed under Keeping it Real, Surviving the off season
Just us
The small army is gone. The skirmish line and the blockers have packed their bags and headed across the horizon, leaving a mile-long cloud of dust. This time there is no, “how should we hit this one” conversation. No waiting … Continue reading
Filed under Ditch Parrots, Dogs
Smithhammer
Tom Reed
Tosh Brown
Matt Crawford
Greg McReynolds
Chad Love
