” Besides providing advice on proper clothing and footwear for the serious grouse hunter, the chapter, “an overexacting accumulation of fussy details,” also touches on the all-important midday meal. Foster cautions against choosing food that is “so salty as to produce undue thirst,” but otherwise he opens the door to a variety of different possibilities when he says of noon-time repasts that they are “subjects that vary with personal ideas and tastes.”
I can attest to that. To my mind, the midday hunt meal ranks near the top of earthly enjoyments. Next to meaningful personal relationships, satisfying mutual sex with your spouse or partner, staying fit and healthy, making enough money to stay solvent, seeing your kids get out of the house and start self-sufficient lives on their own and benefiting from first-rate dog work on upland game, few things in life are as enjoyable as the simple pleasure of eating lunch during a hunt, preferably out of doors.
There is something appealing and soul-satisfying about taking a midday break afield after a few hours of strenuous activity on foot, by yourself or in the company of friends, following behind athletic hunting dogs. Depending on when you start the day’s hunt, sometime between 11 a.m. and 2 p.m. is ideal for a restful halt. You are ready to stop, take a breather, refuel and rehearse or rehash the morning’s sporting action, which might have been spectacular and exceeded expectations or downright dismal. On most outings, come lunchtime, the morning’s tally hardly matters and, good or bad, manages to provide plenty to talk about or hash over at the break.
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Tail feathers - STANDARDS AND PRACTICES
\"An armed society is a polite society,\" the NRA says in one of its dicta, cribbed from Robert A. Heinlein, a 20th-century American science fiction writer.
Day's End - IN PRAISE OF FENCEROWS
Driving north along the Hudson River, I gazed at a pastoral autumn scene: sere fields of faded yellow harvested corn, stubbly and broken amongst the clods of black earth, almost smooth from my vantage point. Spiky brown veins of wild growth marked barriers between plots. Occasionally, the gray bones of a mature oak rose among the brown shrubs to stand over the yellow fields. A sentry, keeping silent watch as white frost crystals slowly melted into invisibility.
That Time of Year Again
Without doubt. The most idyllic form of hunting in Ohio is seeking the woodcock. - Merrill Gilfallan, Moods of the Ohio Moons: An Outdoorsman's Almanac (1991)
I Don't Wanna'!
I'm an old hand at being retired, though - have been practicing for 25 years.
Hunting the Huns: Alberta's Big Sky Country
The prairies of southern Alberta are vast, beautiful and full of prime bird habitat. Crop fields are interspersed with abandoned farms, rolling hills are intersected by coulees and creek beds, and Hungarian partridge and sharptailed grouse occupy some of the best and most picturesque habitat on the continent.
Side Dish - End of Season
Sporting trips are not only about sport, as many other experiences are discovered alongside. And my trip to Lakewood Camps in Maine was certainly just that.
AN EXTENDED STAY
There is no reason to leave Michigan in the fall unless the opportunity of a cast and blast adventure at a historic sporting lodge in Maine comes calling.
KEEP IT HANDY
If you think shooting a ruffed grouse on the wing with a shotgun is tough, try shooting one in flight with a still camera.
A Longtime Love Affair
It's possible to hunt your favorite birds in a lot of different places, I suppose, but I don't do that.
Profile of an Artist: Harley Bartlett
Harley Bartlett was born in 1959 near Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. However, having lived in Rhode Island for most of his life he considers himself a Rhode Islander.