A Bird Hunter's Road

Growing up a stone’s throw from the border – Canada, not Mexico, Halloween was always the sad finish line to our upland season.   The we...

   On a recent work trip, I ran into a gentleman at the Billings airport whom I recognized, but couldn’t quite name or recall how I should...

Armed with the information-superhighway, more dependable vehicles and hopefully, more disposable income than our grandparents had, traveli...

Better than the forbidden tailgate photo? Perhaps. But, someone still chirped about it when it was posted. When did the study and ...

Letti's first Hun that she pointed and retrieved in September.  I am glad I didn't miss.  My unfinished basement, where my unfi...

Our  secondary goal was to only spend money in towns with less than 5,000 people.   In Montana, Wyoming, Nebraska and Kansas, it is fair...

A great day of Hun hunting with Dad and dogs. No questions please.  It was before my time, but I am guessing old-school scribes like T...