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
The anticipation for October begins weeks and months prior to October 1st. Spurred by a slight chill in the air and the smell of gun oil in the study, visions of game-birds cloud my mind. My attention shifts from sunny summer days on the beach, to long walks through golden grass. The feeling is familiar, … Continue reading October Dreams
The sweat trickled down the sides of my face and I could also feel a bead of sweat slowly creeping down my back, leaving a moist trail down my spine. It was HOT today. It was the General Quail opener and it was probably hovering right below 100 degrees in sunny Southern California! Almighty! I … Continue reading Not Lost – An Upland Hunting Story
My daughter was nearly a year old during the 2016/2017 California General Quail Season opener. I was nervous leaving my wife behind with her. We hadn't gone out or done much since the day she was born, and I felt a little guilty taking off for a couple days to chase after some quail. I … Continue reading Heritage: An Upland Hunting Story