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A more productive form of "Media"

Admittedly, I’m a bit of a Luddite. I don’t tweet, blog or Zoom. But I do have a favorite device: the radio. I prefer the immediacy it provides. Always have. Although the news app on my phone...

 

I fear that it is only a matter of time

If I can hang on just a little longer, like magic it will be gone. My fears will vanish, and I’ll be able to stand proudly upright once again. In the meantime I’m terrified. I’m of an age that...

 

That was a close call

It’s been a while since I’ve fallen through the ice, but late-season pheasant hunting always carries that risk. I didn’t expect any problems this year. It had been dry for months and the freeze...

 

The Saga of Ace and Dot

“Dot was drinking the Christmas tree water again,” Ace said, eyeing the puppy with disdain. “That’s no big deal,” I told him. “I’ll be taking it down soon anyway.” “She also has one...

 

Now, I'm okay with being "That Guy"

It took a while, but I’ve finally turned into that guy. My friends and I used to poke fun at older dudes who no longer hunted big game, didn’t care if they bagged a limit of birds, and were as...

 

Dot's first season was encouraging

It’s been a little more than a year ago now that my dog Ruth died of a brain tumor. She wasn’t yet three years old, and had already turned into a wonderful bird dog. She had a good nose, was...

 

This is Montana after all

The snow that fell during a blizzard early last month has pretty much disappeared across most of the state. Except here. The streets in town are still icy and a covering of settled, hard snow blankets...

 

That one had me concerned...

 I don’t pay much attention to all those television ads for medications aimed at my generation. Still in relatively good health, I’ve yet to begin taking pills that will improve my memory, help...

 

It passes too quickly

It always passes too quickly. When I parked my truck at dawn on the opening morning of bird season I was surprised to see a sage grouse sitting on a rise, silhouetted against the lightening sky. I...

 

Better careful than sorry

Eight months ago Barb and I cut short our vacation and raced home to take shelter. It was a scary time. So much about the pandemic was unknown. We kept to ourselves, wore masks when necessary, and...

 

Checking them off the list

Every angler is looking for an edge, a technique or perhaps a secret lure sold on late-night television that fish simply can’t resist. I’m still looking, but apparently I’ll have to check drones...

 

It was just last month

It seems only yesterday I was diving off the dock to cool off in the lake. It was just last month. Now I’m digging through my drawers looking for long underwear, regretting not putting the...

 

Pass that old Winchester down

My 13-year-old grandson Isaac shot his first pheasant last week. He was using the shotgun I’d given him last year. A Model 1200 Winchester pump, it had been a Christmas present to me from my father...

 

Considering a change

I’ve never used electronic collars on my dogs. A whistle always sufficed. But as I begin training what may well be my last bird dog, I’m considering a change. All my friends use electronic collars...

 

What about this hunting season

I wonder what this hunting season will bring. The weather and number of critters, however, aren’t foremost in my mind. The number of hunters is. If the summer months are any indication, there will...

 

The Rake Force: A New Hope

It’s not often that I weigh in on public policy. Years ago I suggested that folks who didn’t farm or ranch should live in town, limiting sprawl and taking advantage of existing infrastructure. Tha...

 

The circle of life continues

Yesterday was bittersweet. We said goodbye to a grand old dog and welcomed a new puppy into our lives. The pup’s arrival was expected, but Jem’s demise, although certainly no surprise, sure wasn...

 

I have been waiting

The sun had yet to crest the Larb Hills when I let Ace out of the truck. He hit the ground running , and like he always does, raced 50 yards down the road before turning back to join me for the hunt....

 

He still wags his tail

My dog Jem turned 14 this week. He’s the last of my dogs that became acquainted with my father, who passed away nearly 14 years ago. Now the old dog is starting to act like the old man at the end....

 

The two seasons

My life revolves around two seasons: hunting season and not-hunting season. Not-hunting season is almost over. From Sept. 1 through New Year’s I spend more days hunting than not. It’s what I do....

 

License plate discrimination

During a trip to Cooke City last week I was asked about my license plate. “Where’s 11?” the woman who brought my barbecue sandwich wanted to know. “Phillips County,” I replied. She said...

 

And I'll do it again

When I was young and full of myself there were a number of things I did that I swore I’d never quit. They were too cool, too unique, too fun. I couldn’t imagine a spring without horn hunting or a...

 

I'm a newspaper guy

I was talking to my good friend Edub last week about folks we used to work with at the Bozeman Chronicle who had gone on to work for larger newspapers. We laughed about a rookie reporter at the paper...

 

Barely presentable

I don’t know if it’s the months of social distancing or simply old age, but I’m barely presentable in public these days. My wife keeps telling me to zip up my pants. Not that I’m embarrassed t...

 

This is the end?

I grow attached to my boats. I still have the Grumman canoe I bought with paper route money when I was 14, but many others have come and gone. The pretty wooden drift boat in which I learned to row...

 

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