I was knuckles deep in a chukar when my pup started jumping like a child trying to catch a balloon. I saw the updraft carrying away the nearly living remnants of a quarry hard earned. They hovered near for a long time. Enough time for me to wipe the blood off my hands and pull out my phone. It’s times like these that make me feel lucky that I have free time and that I chose to spend it among the forsaken lands of my ancestors, who rolled by here with out stopping for much more than a rest on their way to California. These floating feathers were a temporary monument to living in a place that doesn’t give anything away. We can all use subtle reminders like these, just not too often.
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Lovely. Thanks for keeping it real.
Thanks Bob, same to you sir.
First time on yur blog. Gotta love a chukar hunter , especially from Reno. Me too!!
Hey there Mickey, we'll see you in the desert.
UL,How's your season gone so far? I have only been able to get out 5 times so far. I have seen some descent groups for being so dry but not the big numbers. Hopefully Wednesday I'll get to follow some tracks!
It's been decent this year. Fairly consistently average haha. You should definitely be seeing some tracks Wednesday after all this snow.