by Rick Bohning “You have to hit this bird,” I croaked to my friend Gregg. Because I knew that when this day came, if it ever came, I would need to watch the dog while someone else shot the [...]
by Wade Saunders, Oregon It was a warm, sunny day early in the chukar season. I was hunting through some rimrocks high above the Snake River. I had brought my six-month-old pup along to watch my [...]
by Steve Smith The old Ford station wagon squeaked to a stop just off the dirt road at the bottom of the long hill. The old man got out and looked back up the hill, marveling that the brakes had [...]
