A Bird Hunter's Thoughts

Sunday Quiet   I sat in the choir room, in the back corner, and waited for the next church service.  I enjoyed my quiet time- the key words ...

 Love the Hunt If you can learn to love the hunt, you'll hunt longer, happier, with more contentment, and with more energy than if you o...

 Red Hat Christmas is over, New Year celebrations are finished, and my season has about a month and a half to go.   That is only because I...

The Good Place    There is a place.  Sometimes, when I’m driving or daydreaming or thinking about places to visit again, this place pops int...

Digging Holes   If you have bird dogs, many or just one, eventually time will run out.  It’s a sad fact that from a tiny puppy to digging a ...

Snakes   “Cheh... Cheh………Cheh.”     “That’s a weird bird noise,” I thought to myself.  Cheh..Cheh..Cheh, Cheh.   “It must be some sort of Pr...

Chukar   “So, down this hill is a bench.  Along that bench, there is usually a covey of Chukar. Once we get down there, we can walk along th...

Friends   One beautiful Fall day I was working with my dogs along the Snake River in Idaho.  When I could find access to public land, I woul...

Looking Ahead   I took a phone call the other day from a bird hunting friend out in Arizona.   He and his wife were traveling to Dallas, fro...

The Doldrums   I don’t have any use for summer.  Except for an hour after sunrise, it’s too hot and humid to train dogs.  The pasture grass ...

Baron Some pretty good dogs I have known   By Scott Linden   I am the luckiest guy on the planet. I get to hang around bird dogs. Some are m...