Sometimes We Get Lucky
If Rocky goes missing, you should probably first look in my house!
How to Train Your Lab to Hunt
How to Train Your Lab to Hunt
Stories From Frank’s Field Bag.
Lord only knows how many miles away was all this theatre – but for us, it was seemingly a hand reach distant.
The Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Newburyport, MA holds its 52nd annual youth waterfowl hunt
Cedar was a gentle soul filled with sweetness and innocence. Her tender heart craved love and gave love back. How often Ruth would say, “Look at Cedar, she’s smiling.” And we would smile with her, appreciating how far we all had come.
We literally walked head first into the weather and did what we had to do. We were prepared, we were organized, we were equipped, and Lord knows we were ready.
The next 30 seconds would be void of sound, save the piercing music of these geese. We were now active, willing participants in time standing still.
She had a wonderful habit of rising to the occasion. Whether ripping through briars to put a cock pheasant in flight, battling an ice filled river to retrieve a downed Bufflehead, or shagging tennis balls off the back porch for the kids, Windy was in her element.
Would they demand at all times that I sit quietly in the blind and not shift my position, not get up to pee every half hour, not search my bucket clumsily for whatever, not talk loudly, not stand up to stretch, and not do all those things that flare birds?