DAY ONE: OF CLIFF DIVERS AND WHIFFERS

Last October, I spent a week with my brother Shawn and our bird dogs hunting throughout Southern Idaho. In short, it was the best hunting week of my life. When I finally made it home, I wrote down some memories from the hunts. This next series of posts on Upland Equations will follow this epic…

THINGS TO TO WATCH FOR

I’ve been pretty busy lately writing and getting things ready for publication and, as a result, this blog has been a little neglected. Thus, I wanted to give a quick update on some articles and my book that will be forthcoming shortly: In the current issue of Gettin’ Out, which is published here in Idaho,…

The Master

People just don’t say things or write them the way they used to.  Not to dwell on nostalgia…but we live in the days of instant gratification…the days of go big or go home. I recently finished a great book on 1776 giving the first hand accounts of General George Washington‘s first year as the commander of…

GHOSTS OF THE KANSAS PRAIRIE

Our sporting literature from back east is replete with descriptions of old abandoned homesteads being reclaimed by the wild. While fading quickly, old man-made improvements are still evident because of the countless stone fences built by the hardy settlers, the cellar holes where the homes used to be, and the abundant apple orchards grown wild….

DREAMIN’ ABOUT BOB

No, I’m not talking about Bill Murray’s character in that annoying movie. And no, I am not now playing for the other team. But I am thinking of a gentleman from the prairie: Mr. Bobwhite. A beautiful hen bobwhite. This past January, when the snow was piled high and Idaho’s bird hunting seasons were all…

William Harnden Foster Painting

Here’s another William Harnden Foster painting for your blog: Sport’s Peerless Pride, the 1939 National Champion. My old friend Earl Crangle, the legendary professional trainer, rode Pride’s brace that year (Earl was 19 at the time) and even helped scout for Pride’s handler, Dewey English. I remember Earl telling me “I saw every jump Sport’s…

Dreams

When I dream at night, it’s setters in black and white with shadows on the grasslands, a gentle breeze, and the chaotic whir from the mass exodus of a cubby-30-birder-covey of scaled quail on the Colorado cholla-choked prairie. Spring’s not far. She’ll bring love-struck gobbling turkeys and freestone bred Salmo trutta gulping caddis…but until then…I’ll…

>Strideaway Article: Canine Reproduction Part the Second

>My second article on Canine Reproduction : the breeding soundness of the male dog was recently posted to Strideaway.com. Photo of 1938 National Champion Air Pilot’s Sam by William Harnden Foster–courtesy of author Tom Davis Tom Davis writes for many of my favorite magazines…his book The Tattered Autumn Sky should be included in your literary…