The Moments We Don’t Forget

The Moments We Don’t Forget

By Nick Green We couldn’t quite find where the doodles wanted to be. The tight aspen stand that had been holding the birds was desolate except for one grouse that we missed, of course. My German shorthaired pointer, Summit, worked the cover as enthusiastically and...
Why We Hunt With Dogs

Why We Hunt With Dogs

By Andy Duffy I know precisely when I became a hunter who uses dogs. I was just a kid, eight or 10, maybe. We had a neighbor who owned a brace of beagles. He invited my brothers and me along one summer evening while he took them out for a run. He ran the dogs on my...
Home Water

Home Water

By Calvin McShane We had no business being on the stream. The water was high — dangerously so. October blended into 31 days of rain; the sandy soil of the Eastern U.P. became a waterlogged sponge. When Jack called and asked about the prospect of his steelhead trip, I...
Following a Dog

Following a Dog

By Dave Veldman Finding myself in a reoccurring situation in one of my oldest grouse covers, that particular day was proving to be just as frustrating. After nearly two hours of pounding every historically birdy cover I could think of, the time was drawing near to...
After Fatherhood

After Fatherhood

By Blake Sherburne I cannot remember catching my first fish. I asked my dad the other night, and he does not remember either. I know that I was ice fishing at an early age because my little sister would not be left home, and my parents remember that dad had to change...