I used up the middle part of my first 60 years with a minimum of two jobs, learning how to stretch a soup bone and often wondering who coined the phrase “spare time.” Only since retiring 20 years ago have I at last found enough time and enough jingle in my pocket to see a few dreams become realities – bird hunting dreams I had put off for too long.
In the past few years, for example, I have been to Wyoming for sage grouse; Alberta, Canada, for geese and sharptails; Hells Canyon in Idaho for chukars; Arizona for quail; and Uruguay for ducks, perdiz and pigeon. When I’m home, it seems I spend most of my time packing for the next trip.
I have developed tricks for packing.
For a long time, I tried to figure out a system for keeping all my gear organized and ready to go because the days before a trip seem to get filled up with things like meeting writing deadlines and finding someone to water the houseplants, pick up the mail and feed the chickens. I tried to always set aside a duffle bag of clothes capable of being grabbed at the last minute, but I inevitably “robbed” this mother lode when looking for clean underwear or T-shirts or suddenly needing the rubber boots I figured I’d never wear until the Uruguay duck hunt. Then, I neglected to replace the item, and sometimes when I got to my hunting destination, I was without important items of apparel.
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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.