I recently reread Burton L. Spiller’s Fishin’ Around. Many know Burt Spiller as “the poet laureate of [ruffed] grouse hunting,” a sentiment to which I whole-heartedly agree. Even though he died just a few months before I was born, Burt’s writing speaks to me like few other authors have. When I found out that Spiller…
Author: Andrew Wayment
Andrew M. Wayment (Andy) is an attorney by profession and an outdoorsman by passion. Andy is a partner with the law firm, Tolson & Wayment, PLLC in Idaho Falls Idaho where he helps clients in and out of Court. Andy’s family includes his beautiful wife Kristin, four daughters, two sons, and two bird dogs. In his free time, Andy enjoys writing and has published numerous articles on upland bird hunting and fly fishing in various magazines and the local newspaper. His first book is Heaven on Earth Stories of Fly Fishing, Fun & Faith. When Andy is not at work or with his family, you may find him at the river waving a fly rod or in the field toting a shotgun and following his bird dogs.
QUICK UPDATE
For those of you who have followed the blog for a while, I’m sure that you have read about my aspirations as a writer. I’ve been a big reader and collector of outdoor literature for a long time and I would like to leave my mark on this genre. Recently, “Rooty,” a story about my…
THE FRENCH BRITTANY AND THE AMERICAN DREAM
In recent years America’s friendship and alliance with the France has, to put it lightly, waned, especially in the wake of France’s outspoken opposition to the U.S.’s war with Iraq. This, in turn, has caused many Americans to openly criticize France and to boycott all things French. I even heard someone go as far as…
SAGEGROUSE ON THE MOON
I don’t know about you, but I always seem to have a song rattlin’ around in my head. Music has a way of bringing us back to past experiences or places we have been. When I think about one of my favorite sage grouse covers, the Police song, “Walking on the Moon,” with Sting’s unmistakable…
THE A-TEAM
Do you remember that action sitcom in the 80’s called, “The A-Team,” with Mr. T as “B.A. Barracas?” I remember–as a kid–being so excited to watch that show and see Mr. T with his crazy mohawk say such things as: “Listen up, sucka!” Good times! They sure don’t make TV shows like they used to….
CHECK OUT "ROOTY" IN THE NEW PDJ!
I thought I would give you all quick plug on my first published article, “Rooty,” in the March/April 2009 Pointing Dog Journal. For those who do not know, Rooty, a GSP, was my first birddog. The article is only one page long, but I think it is a good tribute to a great birddog. Fittingly,…
THE WHITE WONDER: "WANT TO TRADE DOGS?"
When it came to effectiveness on multiple species of game birds, Farley was a “Jack of all Trades.” In his three seasons, I harvested valley quail, scaled quail, pheasants, ruffed grouse, blue grouse, Hungarian Partridge, chukar partridge, and sharptail grouse over his staunch points. Had I been able to shoot straight, I would have added…
THE WHITE WONDER: "SNIFF IT UP BOYS!"
As we drove westward in the Ford Excursion, a very noticeable odor permeated the inside of the vehicle. “Ah man, what is that smell?” complained one of my brothers. “Farley, and he stinks!” exclaimed Shawn. Pretty soon all occupants of the vehicle were grumbling . . . all except me. “Sniff it up boys because…
FIRST TROUT OF THE YEAR, SPRING IS ALMOST HERE.
As a sportsman, have you noticed as the seasons change that you find yourself doing similar things that you have done in the past? Over the years, I have tried to go fishing every President’s Day even if it means standing in ice-choked river freezing my butt off. For me this recurring experience really brings…
THE WHITE WONDER: ELECTRICAL PERSUASION
This is a photo of Farley right after Kari picked him up. Looks pretty goofy to me! When I lived in Deary, Idaho during law school, the property upon which we lived had these tantilizing bass ponds. Every day after school, I would grab my family, my flyrod and little Farley and walk down to…
THE WHITE WONDER: FINDING FARLEY
With the hunting season over, I’m going to have to dig a little deeper into my repetiore to keep the blog going “in between the crazies” (a phrase coined by Steve Smith to describe the time in between hunting seasons). I thought I would share some birddog stories from my past. Since I started bird…
THE REAL QUAIL HOARS
Last weekend, I received a few text messages from my brother Shawn that I wanted to share with you . Hopefully, he will forgive me (oh, and I apologize in advance for the crudeness). But first I need to share a little background information. Shawn was hunting bobwhite quail and pheasants in Kansas one final…
Upland Ways 