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Only eight more months

It’s time for a change. Of clothes. Of behavior. Of diet. Since the first of September I’ve been hunting more days than not. Now the season is over and there are eight long months to navigate...

 

Old Man Winter is quick

I used to dread winter. I don’t anymore. Like most everything else these days, it passes too quickly. I’ll admit that last winter, which stretched well into April, was a bit much, but it only...

 

A ruined pheasant spot

The Bowdoin National Wildlife Refuge used to be one of my favorite places to hunt. It isn’t any longer. A campaign to rid the refuge of Russian olive trees has essentially ruined the pheasant...

 

Western Bunkhouse

I plan to build a bunkhouse at our place on the lake next summer. We’re up to 13 grandchildren and the cabin isn’t big enough to sleep everybody. While I’ve taken measurements and have decided...

 

A Wonderful Fall

I hunted the first 15 days of the season before I took a break, but couldn’t relax on my first day off because I felt like I was missing something. Now, at the end of November, I still feel the...

 

Don't blame the APR

In my travels around the county this fall it’s been hard to miss the new signs: “Save the cowboy, stop American Prairie Reserve.” Apparently there’s some concern that the non-profit group...

 

The dogs approve

It’s a clear case of the inmates running the asylum. I simply need to accept that. My dogs tell me I’m too controlling. Sit. Stay. Come. Fetch. I’m always directing them. Or trying to. Not that...

 

A social person

My wife tells me I’m a very social person. I nod and smile, all the while thinking, “What are you talking about?” The truth is I spend most of my time in the company of dogs. There are many days...

 

The most politicized bird

Well, there’s always next year. Maybe. Sage grouse season has come and gone and I saw nary a bird. It certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying. I hunted upland birds 23 days last month, much of the...

 

Chores vs. pigskin and hunts

My wife doesn’t like fall. She calls it the saddest time of year. I think it’s actually the end of summer that makes Barb blue. Years ago, I felt the same way, but that probably had more to do...

 

Still undefeated

I almost hit a deer this morning. It’s a regular thing. Like me, they’re usually on the move at first light. They seldom catch me by surprise because I expect them to be on the road, but...

 

Camouflage fashion

Among the many hats I wore during my years at the Chronicle was that of fashion editor. Other than being in charge of the annual swimsuit issue, all it really meant was that any fashion-related mail...

 

Yipping all the way

Bird season opened last weekend and I was hesitant to take Jem hunting. Now 12 years old and limping like Chester on Gunsmoke, the old springer looked like a dog that should be retired from the field....

 

I'm a big fan of FWP

I’m often misunderstood. It’s no one’s fault but my own. Many of my columns are written with tongue firmly embedded in cheek. I can be a bit cynical and have even been known to exhibit a sarcast...

 

The perfect bird dog?

I’m going to upgrade my printer. Get me one of them newfangled ones that prints guns. But I’m not much interested in printing out one of those ugly little single shot pistols that have been...

 

Dealing with urban deer

It often happens that when you solve one problem you create another. Cities and towns all across Montana are struggling to deal with a growing urban deer population. The issue was brought up last...

 

Mosquito musing in Malta

I woke up this morning scratching a mosquito bite on my ankle. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was the sound of the fogger on the city truck driving by the house. I usually get up and...

 

It's been a long wait

When I cased the shotgun on New Year’s Day the opening of hunting season was eight months away. It seemed like a very long time to wait. It always does. But this year especially, the wait seemed...

 

That is just how we fished

I started catching bass on a fly rod when I was a kid. Dad taught me how to cast. Growing up in southern Indiana I didn’t know too many other fly fishermen, but it was just how we fished....

 

With conflicted emotions

I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for small animals. Especially rabbits. So it was with conflicted emotions that I dispatched six young bunnies last week. I didn’t want to be that guy, but...

 

Yellowstone warnings

Yellowstone National Park has always been a scary place. Grizzly bears, boiling hot springs, and raging rivers have taken their toll over the years, but this spring its bison and elk that are sending...

 

A fondness for snakes

While out walking the dogs last week at the lake I encountered a trio of young folks shore fishing and asked if they were having any luck. “We only caught a couple of hammer handles,” one of the...

 

Putting it off

The deadline to apply for an antelope tag is only a couple of days away. I always wait until the very last minute. It brings me luck. Or at least I tell myself it does. My wife says I simply put...

 

Finding a fish to fry

I saw on the news this morning that folks in Helena are upset with how the city responded to the recent flooding there. People are fed up with the high water and want someone to remedy the problem. I...

 

Thinking of Mom this Mother's Day

My mother didn’t hunt or fish, but she encouraged me in my outdoor pursuits nonetheless. When I bought a canoe with money from my paper route she helped me put a roof rack on our Chevy Nova so we...

 

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