"We'd better give them a head start," he ," Carl muttered, squinting at the pickup truck ahead of us. "I need to get a run at it."
It consisted of a two-track trail, the likes of which are ubiquitous in the dry foothills of Idaho and Oregon favored by chukar partridge, though our wait took place many times zones and a hemisphere away in South Africa. The departing pickup clawed its way up a dusty trail littered with flinty stones, headed for a lofty plateau drooping with a broken escarpment of ledges and rimrocks. Yellowed tufts of grass jostled with occasional dots of fading green deciduous shrubs on the landscape. Above, blue sky stretched endlessly to each point of the compass, save for a line of thin, languid clouds barely visible on the faraway western horizon.
After a few moments, Carl released the clutch and pressed assertively on the accelerator. The singular carriage careened up the trail, jouncing its occupants and coupled to its rear bumper, a swaying trailer crammed with canines. Perhaps unique among hunting vehicles on earth, our transportation consisted of a very old military ambulance, a 1950's era Land Rover, converted for carrying would-be bird shooters and all the kit necessary for a properly civilized hunt.
The bouncing abated atop the Stormberg Plateau. It extends on a northeasterly axis from the interior of the Eastern Cape province in South Africa to Lesthoto and just beyond. Its elevation extends from 5,000 to 8,000 feet above sea level, a "mountain" range consisting of innumerable canted faces, thin valleys and lofty plateaus. The only dinosaur fossils ever discovered in South Africa were fetched from these flinty hills.
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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.