Bird hunters live for the “flush rush”—that catch of breath, that endorphin sluice—triggered by “Bird up!” or the roar of wings. Odd, though, how the order of such drama changes as we grow older.
Remembering an unforgetable character named “Red”
Some adventures just seem jinxed from the start.
A boy’s efforts to shoot his first bird on the wing
Getting over—or under or through—those diabolic gates.
The never-ending thrill of gunning geese.
The great debate: pointing dog or flusher?
Pleasures of the early season on the prairie
The worst thing that can happen to your dog may depend on what you fear the most.
Appreciating the art of driving game
Dog trainer and guide Tracey Lieske has used the Northern grouse woods as summer training grounds for many years.
I had heard about Meemo’s: “a hunting lodge and game preserve like no other.” Really? I now have visited three times and discovered why.