Pilgrims & a Great Adventure 

(In)Famous Gary Thompson from snowbound Wyoming and myself (& our 6 canine-cohorts) just returned from an adventurous pilgrimage on the Kansas and Colorado prairies.   We met up in Colorado last week and headed over to the Kansas grasslands to hunt wild birds before the predicted ice storms wreaked havoc on us.  We found some…

Season’s End

The season is winding down…tomorrow is the last day for me and the bird dogs to go out and chase birds. Birds of course being quail. We have had a great season and have piles of memories to hold us over the next seven months til it’s time to be back in the grouse woods….

Rookie Mistakes

Glenn and I went to Kansas last weekend to see first hand the hype of how bad the quail season really is in central Kansas…the heart of  gentleman country.  While loading my dog box into the bed of Glenn’s nice Ford pickup, I left my tattered ol’ Sharp-tail boots at the side of the Tacoma…rookie…

Scaled Quail Country—Happy Holidays

Here’s some of my favorite photos from scaled quail country that I’ve collected over the years.  Merry Christmas to all my family and friends out there in blogger land. See ya on the prairie! Setter Feathers…

>Field Wound Management

> This past weekend I was out on the prairie in pursuit of birds with my bird dogs. We had 3 dogs get similar wounds from colliding with barbed-wire…the photos below are a representation of all 3 wounds…these are common field injuries that you’re likely to encounter while chasing your bird dogs. I’ve had several…

>Twenty-Four Coveys and the Final Hoorah!!

>Gary Ruppel and I headed to Kansas at 0’dark-thirty Thursday morning to chase birds in great quail country for the final weekend. It was great to say the least. We loaded his dog trailer with a mixture of 10 bird dogs from Labs to Pointers to setters to what he called a “novelty”…my FB English…

>Counting Quail & Quail Dogs

>Wind swept Kansas will be in my dreams for the days to come! Day dreams of plum thickets, milo’d edges and Western Rag Weed and tumble weeds will consume my every thought. Red grass and whirring wings with staunch dogs on point. Hearing the coyotes bark and roosters cackle while we patiently sat waiting the…