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I have had a pretty amazing week starting with a short tale I wrote being posted on Filson Life. As if that was not enough, the Bruce Smithhammer wrote up a really nice review of my Hunting Gambel’s Quail Ebook over on a Mouthful of Feathers. Not only is Bruce a well known figure in the Outdoor/Fly […]
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With lungs burning and legs pumping I climbed up and down the hills outside of Wickenburg chasing Gambel’s from one side of the canyon to another. As luck would have it, I was able to connect on some decent birds in some really beautiful country. The draws and slopes that I stumbled through and ascended […]
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The quail season has started very slowly this year with birds sleeping late and not being vocal. Usually the birds are up and chirping as the sun lightens the sky but this year they are not really talking until about 8. This past Saturday, I had a great opportunity to get out with my buddy,Kyle […]
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There is nothing quite like the start of quail season in Arizona. All through the summer months, excitement and hope has been building in anticipation of hills to climb, canyons to sneak, and birds to flush. For me, quail season brings with it the first true marker that the desert heat is on its way […]
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Today, the Arizona quail season officially begins again. Technically, I am at work, so tomorrow will be my first day in the field. My buddy, Austin, and I have unceremoniously hunted the same spot these past several years on the first Saturday of the season and so far this canyon is pretty kind to us. […]
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Every since I first met my wife, there has been a running joke about how someday we should go horse riding. The story is a bit random and I will spare you the details, but I had grown up around friends who had owned horses and had the chance to ride often. She had never […]
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As me feet hit the pavement of the parking lot, my eyes picked up the silhouettes of running quail. A small covey must have been roosting close to the parking area that bordered this particular parcel of BLM land. Too close to really hunt, I shrugged into my upland vest and shouldered my shotgun in […]
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The cuts and scratches on my arms and hands are proof of the hard work that I put in this morning while hunting Gambel’s quail in the Arizona desert. I had met Austin this morning before light and we drove to a spot that is loaded with Gambel’s quail. Normally, when I open the door […]