They fly from me. Like pieces of my heart and soul. I take aim to reclaim what was mine. Every dead bird in my hand is a reminder of who I once was and a pledge of who I'll be. Yet, as the warmth fades - I realize too that a piece of me also … Continue reading Noble Quail – A Poem
Standing there on a brisk morning of the Southern California Quail Opener, I felt the butterflies in my belly flutter about. I always get the jitters before a hunt, especially on the opener, but this time it was different. More intense. Standing across from me in the dark was Omar and Kiara. They were both … Continue reading Mentorship in the Uplands – An Unexpected Journey
Division. Rifts. Beef. I see a lot more of this than I would like to among Upland Hunters. I see it in the social media comments, and I hear it at the dog trial events. Negativity. Gossip. Elitist-superiority complexes. Why do we bicker about what shotgun is better, who's dog is better, what breed is … Continue reading UPLAND HUNTING, or DIE.