The good folks over at Filson were kind enough to publish another one of my stories and a few quick tips on hunting Gambel’s quail. “As I scrambled up the side of the wash, the loose rock gave way underneath of me and I slid backwards. Looking up the embankment I could see the bobbing…
My buddy, Kyle, and I met early on Saturday morning and made the drive up to Wickenburg to see if we could find some of those Gambel’s quail that I had stumbled on a few weeks back. The area that we were hunting as a couple of cattle tanks, and I have found that this…
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…
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…
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…
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…
With the end of quail season upon us, the Quail Hunting Forum has arrived to fill that void in your life. The world needs a dedicated forum for these often overlooked birds and with a little bit work and lots of love, the Quail Hunting Forum has been born. The site has a clean look…
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…