THE K.O.D. OF TURKEY HUNTING

I have a confession to make.  When it comes to turkey hunting, I am the K.O.D. (the “Kiss of Death”), and that’s not a good thing.  I don’t know what it is, but I haven’t killed a turkey since law school, which was over ten years ago.  And it ain’t for lack of trying either.  I…

SOUTH FORK FORTUNE

I live in Idaho Falls close to some of the best fishing in the world, the Henry’s Fork, the Fall River, the Teton River, and the South Fork.  This is by design, of course.  Of all those big rivers, I struggle most with the mighty South Fork of the Snake River, a monstrous river loaded with…

BRANDY: TOO SMART FOR HER OWN GOOD

In the fall of 2011, my Dad, who lives in Rupert, Idaho, which is 120 miles away from my home town, gave me a German Shorthair pup, named “Brandy.” While Brandy had tremendous potential she was too high strung and too dang smart for her own good. She was too much for my aging parents and Dad…

STILL HEAVEN ON EARTH

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  “Still Heaven on Earth” is a chapter from my new book, The River of God, which is soon to be published.  This chapter is about a few days spent in July of 2012 on the Madison River, which river has become sacred to me.  Maybe you can relate. STILL HEAVEN ON EARTH By Andrew M. Wayment On July…

JIM MCCANN’S REVIEW OF HEAVEN ON EARTH

For me, social media is both a blessing and a curse, a curse because I waste so much time dinking around when I could be doing more productive things (like hunting, fishing, writing on this blog or writing another book) and a blessing because I have met some awesome people that I would not have otherwise met.  Jim McCann…

DEZ YOUNG’S REVIEW OF WAYMENT’S HEAVEN ON EARTH

If you’ve read my book, Heaven on Earth: Stories of Fly Fishing, Fun & Faith, you know that I started bird hunting and fly fishing in earnest around the same time that I entered law school.   My favorite show at the time and still one of my all-time favorite bird hunting shows is “Hunting With Hank.”  Of course, I appreciated…

LATEST REVIEW OF HEAVEN ON EARTH

I wanted to share with the followers of Upland Ways the latest review of my book, Heaven on Earth: Stories of Fly Fishing, Fun & Faith. This review was posted by Howard Levitt on his great, fly fishing blog, Windknots & Tangled Lines. I am grateful and honored by his review. For those interested in…

IDAHO’S FAB FOUR

IDAHO’ S FAB FOUR Idaho truly is one of the best kept secrets in upland bird hunting.  Idaho is home to a variety of upland game birds.  We have five species of grouse: Sage, ruffed, dusky (blue), spruce, and sharp-tailed.  In addition, we have valley quail, Hungarian partridge, chukar partridge, and pheasants.  With this variety,…

THAT’S RUFF!: REFLECTIONS FROM GROUSE COUNTRY by GEORGE KING

Since I started bird hunting over fourteen years ago, I have naturally gravitated towards grouse—any kind of grouse. In Idaho we have five species, Ruffed, Dusky, Sharp-tailed, Sage, and Spruce grouse. I love every one of them.  I love everything about grouse: their environs, their beauty, their thunderous flushes, and the thrill of taking one on…

TOMMY’S COVEY

TOMMY’S COVEY Every October, Brother Shawn and I get together for a week of hunting in the Idaho uplands.  To say we look forward to this every year is an understatement; we live for it!  We have less than two weeks before the Holy Jihaud on the Gallinations begins this year.  In contemplation of this…

DUSTY’S NUB

On the backside of my favorite blue grouse covert that I christened, “Grouseketeer Ridge,” is an open hill above the timberline where blue grouse are often found in the sagebrush and berry bushes hunting grasshoppers, ants, and other insects.  It is consistently a great place to find birds. I call this particular part of the…

TENDER MERCIES ON TRICKLE CREEK

~Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord: let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me. Psalms 40:11. As we drove towards our destination, my younger brother, Jacob, vented about the heartache and frustration he felt from going through a bitter divorce. Our objective that night was to fish a tiny creek full…