My apologies for not having written posts for a few weeks – but things have been somewhat busy here of late. Not least – because the best of the Roe Buck stalking has now arrived with us. The months of May and June – with warm, ( usually) weather, and a surge of growth in…

>It’s always coldest just before the chickens arrive…behold, a slice of lesser prairie chicken heaven somewhere in southern Kansas sand sage country. Unfortunately, this 40,000 acre ranch was recently lost due to the economy. I just hope that the new owners are stewards of the chickens on their land as the previous tenants were.

“When that second Buck stops moving – kill it” – I instructed in a horse whisper. This was my friend Jame’s second outing Stalking, ( hunting) Roe deer this week, and already he had one carcass hanging in the barn. This second Buck however, was a much better animal, and showing the full 6 points,…

The old ways are often the best. Even better are old ways just discovered and renewed! How to keep Pride, the three year old English Pointer, conditioned during the off season in a densely populated urban environment and further, one in which even if a little land can be found, rattlesnakes abound and it’s just…

At first glance, I had thought the long, low, rise in the ground, a quite natural feature. On closer inspection however, it became apparent that it was far too regular, to be just another rock or boulder on the hill. Myself and Hazel had been hunting hard all morning – and it must be said…

So small, that this Farm bred, red, Working English Cocker Spaniel, can be lifted up, and tucked under the arm, whilst crossing wire fences!. Small she may be – but no dog on earth ever had a greater love of the hunt, or more spirit. Hazel is a ‘Force of Nature’. Born on a farm…

With apologies to Joyce Kilmer, “Birds are chased by fools like me,But only God can make a tree.”(Please click on the photo for a good look at the action) Why this tree? I was at the game club with my friend Jack and his great setter Chappy. We put out a chukar and the game…

I apologize to those who might be weary of watching this “evolution of a bird dog” but to me it’s absolutely fascinating to watch the “dance” between a dog (especially a young puppy) and birds. I edited out a bunch of footage (gets kinda old just watching a dog stand there, unless it’s YOUR dog!)but…

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Here’s a little clip I took yesterday of the female pup I kept out of Daisy’s litter. I named her “West Mountain Sunny Days” (Sunny, good name huh, Andy :-)?). She disappeared over the mountain and by the time I caught up, she was down the other side doing what she was supposed to be…

When last we left our intrepid bird finder, Pride the Wonder Dog, she was lolling about in the easy chair that used to belong to my wife, the lovely Joanne. So I sez’ to her, “Pride, why don’t you get off your keyster and we’ll go off and find some more of those “chuckles” guys–chukar…

The Isle of Woodcock, Part 2. Standing in the gathering Hebridean gloom, a chill breeze blowing in from the sea, I strain my eyes to try to pick up the first, dark, batlike silhouettes, of flighting Woodcock. The darkening sky. I pull up my collar against the chill, and raise the peak of my tweed…