Author Archives: Greg McReynolds
I’ll be leaving in the fall
For your consideration, I submit a potential new anthem for upland hunters, The Wild Hunt by The Tallest Man on Earth. It’s not really about hunting, but it’s a stunning song off a great album. The opening verse and chorus … Continue reading
Filed under Talegate
Marking time
In this country, a bird is irrelevant. This land of basalt and dry earth always been hard. The flush times have come and then been winnowed by the lean years that must always follow. Here, a mere season of abundance … Continue reading
Filed under Conservation and legacy, Fodder, Giving thanks, Talegate
Beware the bird
Before you grab it from the mouth of the dog, make sure it’s dead.
Filed under Ditch Parrots, Talegate
Better days
Sometimes, they let us down. At the end of a season, half-a-dozen years in, you expert a certain level of professionalism. Mostly you get it. Then there are the days like Thursday. Her blood was up. After a series of … Continue reading
This is it
I hang a left at the stop sign and skid sideways in a little November fishtail. Visibility is down to beer-can-chucking distance. I aim for the tire tracks in the snow and goose it before I get run down by … Continue reading
Filed under Talegate
Pheasant on steroids?
If you want to get straight to the meat of the thing, just fast forward to 4 minutes in.
Filed under Fodder
Less than ideal
This is not the cover photo from a $9 upland hunting magazine. Red, high-brass 12 gauge hulls litter the ground, always three together – as in BANG, BANG, BANG. There are no Land Cruisers or Range Rovers parked in golden … Continue reading
Filed under Ditch Parrots, Dogs, Ill-mannered Jackals, Undaunted by Futility
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 feathers. Now though, it’s neatly packed … Continue reading
Filed under Grouses
A hunting song
There aren’t a hell of a lot of hunting themed songs out there. Even in the catalogs of the less-than-famous troubadours of rural America that I prefer, hunting is a topic not often broached. One of my favorite fall disks … Continue reading
Filed under Talegate
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 grouse, so September is for driving. … Continue reading
Burden of legacy
Where chickens boom in golden grass A faithful friend and I hold mass Set out to hunt and death impart We find not endings, but only starts From us, this place soon shall pass Alone, not I, nor would I … Continue reading
Filed under Bobwhites, Conservation and legacy, Giving thanks
Smithhammer
Tom Reed
Tosh Brown
Matt Crawford
Greg McReynolds
Chad Love
