BIRDS OF THE VOID

Idaho is home to six native species of upland game birds, ruffed grouse, blue grouse, sage grouse, sharp-tailed grouse, Franklin grouse, and mountain quail.  Idaho’s forest grouse are holding their own and provide unlimited opportunities for those willing to burn the boot rubber to find them.  There is no longer a season for mountain quail…

CLIMB THE MOUNTAIN: DAY FIVE

“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.” –Edward Abbey I’m a grouse hunter through and through. If I had my druthers, I would opt to hunt for blues, ruffs, or sharptails nine times out of ten. And in Idaho…

FUSILLADE AT THE WINDY MILLS: DAY FOUR IN THE IDAHO UPLANDS

Fu·sil·lade [ˈfyo͞osəˌläd, ˈfyo͞osəˌlād] NOUN a series of shots fired or missiles thrown all at the same time or in quick succession: “Marchers had to dodge a fusillade of missiles” · Tuesday night was chilly and Wednesday morning dawned bright and sunny.  The conditions made for a stiff wind all day long.  By Wednesday, I was…

GRAY LIGHTNING

“Huns sound fast.” –E. Donnall Thomas, Jr. On day one of our annual hunt, Saturday, October 1st, Shawn and I first hunted the Royal Macnab in the morning with great success.  Since it was Shawn’s birthday, we then went for tacos at a place called Taqueria La Costa in Chubbuck, Idaho.  I bought Shawn’s lunch…

AVERY

There are times life will rattle your bones and will bend your limbs You’re still far and away the boy you’ve ever been So you bend back and shake at the frame of the frame you made But don’t you shake alone Please Avery, come home. -The Decemberists, “Dear Avery” Our hunting adventures are so…

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…

DAY SEVEN: BREAKING THE CURSE

[Author’s Note: This is another chapter from my forthcoming bird-hunting book, Roadside Revelations: Tales of Bird Dogs, Family & Other Upland Equations.  This story is of Day Seven of my awesome week of hunting in October of 2010.  If you are interested, the posts on the prior six days of the hunt are in the Upland Equations archives.  For this hunt, we hunted a…

DAY SIX: TWO FOR ONE WITH TOMMY

[AUTHOR’S NOTE: This article was first published earlier this year in the February/March issue of Gettin’ Out Magazine here in Idaho and is reprinted here with the permission]. TWO FOR ONE WITH TOMMY By Andrew M. Wayment Everyone loves a good deal—you know, when you get a great discount, or even better, you get two…

DAY FIVE: GLIMPSES OF A (NEAR) PERFECT DAY

Day five of the week of hunting in Idaho took us to my favorite covert, the Royal MacNab, where we can expect to find sharptails, ruffed grouse, and occasionally Huns on any given day. Along for this hunt were Shawn, my younger brother Jake, and his 10 year old son, Jakey. Jake and Jakey share…

DAY FOUR: EL MIRADOR DEL CIELO

DAY FOUR: EL MIRADOR DEL CIELO On day four of our epic week of hunting, after traveling all over the great state of Idaho, Shawn and I felt lazy and wanted to sleep in . . . until 7:30 a.m. (which is sleeping in for this crazy Bird Brain). We decided to eat a good…

DAY THREE: THERE’S ALWAYS TACOS

On day three of our week in the Idaho uplands, Shawn and I traveled up to Hemingway country, not far from Sun Valley, to look for chukars. In this rugged rimrock landscape, we found hundreds of chukars the November before. So we had high hopes for the day, especially after our banner day of quail…