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September

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Dogs

The Glorious 1st Of September

Well, September 1st in my part of Kansas was a dangerous place to be at sunrise. Lightning strikes were abundant and scattered but heavy storms met anxious dove hunters. When the chaos rescinded, brutal sun rays and humidity melted ambitions and hopes for grilled dove breasts. Labor Day brought back the faith and a modest, […]

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December

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Dogs

Pheasant Capital of the World

I have hunted in South Dakota twice. Both times it was for Merriam’s Turkeys, with one successful hunt in the Black Hills. I have yet to pursue upland birds in the “Pheasant Capital”. However, my son Nathan recently had the privilege to pursue such a quest and he and his party had quite the adventure. […]

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December

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Dogs

Tribute To Jimmy

The following poem was published 11 years ago. It was inspired by a good friend’s father and hunter extraordinaire, who was dying of cancer. Jimmy made it to Christmas but by January the Grim Reaper had come for him. Let us all be thankful for our families and friends this season, especially those of us […]

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December

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Dogs

Mud Is Not My Friend

I have finally decided after 57 years, that mud is not my friend. After today’s hunt hosted by Benton Boyd, all my gear had to be carefully cleaned again. If there was a hole around the edge of the pond that had a secret pocket of muck, I found it. I got buried up to […]