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…

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…