>My river is blown. I guess that’s expected when my lonely gal is a freestoner…no man’s arms to hold her.
So for now, I’m doing all the Spring cleaning and organizing and most importantly day dreaming.
Inspecting the gear to make sure it’s ready for Autumn and the stories and groused adventures She’ll bring. Making sure the smooth bores are lightly oiled and caressing their metallic curves.
Inspecting the dog boots for wear from cholla-choked Colorado scaled quail country.
Becoming reacquainted with some ol’ sports who lived the Upland Shooting Life and wrote about it…the greats…Spiller, Volk, Waterman, Phillips, Evans, Ford, Gaddis, Gram-pa Grouse, Buckingham, Tapply, Holland, Jones, Sheldon, Knight, Hill, and Mulak.
Tying a few elk-haired flies to entice greenbacks in my favorite Sangre de Cristo Mountain stream. Training and conditioning the bird dogs and myself.
Poring through maps of the Comanche and Cimarron National Grasslands and the uplands of Idaho.
And…I’m waiting on my Damned Elhew pointer that’s ran off for the umteenth time! If you should cross paths with her, she really doesn’t need the meds as stated on her collar!
Please check out my recent article on Strideaway (Click Here) about Canine Conditioning and Heat Exhaustion!