My first hunting knife was a Christmas gift from my father. I was only ten years old at the time, which according to my dad is the age when boys should start owning and caring for their own hunting gear. It had a 4-inch fixed blade and was sheathed in an embossed leather carrying case—perfect for any future deer I may need to field dress. Read More
The 2015 pheasant season is under way. Corn fields are freshly combined and cast in a golden glow. Sloughs, thick with cattails, are waiting to be conquered. Hunters of every age are filled with hope and anticipation. Even the dogs know something is going on.
The excitement of a new season is built upon all the pheasant seasons that have come before it. We are eager because we know what to expect. We will hunt with the same friends. We will walk the same proven paths through the CRP. We will sit on a truck tailgate and eat ham and cheese sandwiches. With very little variance, this is how the season will unfold. Read More
Soon, the calendar will turn to August. That means the temperature and the humidity will be hanging around the mid-nineties for the next few weeks. It also means the pheasant season is only two months away. I should start thinking about getting my dogs into… Read More
As a lifelong hunter, I appreciate the fact that most of my hunting is done on someone else’s property. The days I spend in the field are possible only because a farmer has graciously allowed me to hunt on his or her land. I am… Read More
The chances of getting two overeager Labradors through an entire pheasant season without a visit to the veterinarian is precisely zero. It has never happened, at least not for my dogs and me. I distinctly remember telling a hunting buddy on the last day of… Read More