Holed up in my makeshift home office, I now understand why our dog stares out the window for hours. It’s not an activity wrought with anticipation, but he surely doesn’t want to miss anything when it happens. Patiently, he waits…he’ll take anything – a glimpse of a fleeting bird, a grumpy red squirrel chattering, or
I can only assume that I’m not a whole lot different from everyone else stuck at home these days. Along with the typical maladies brought on by cabin fever, I’ve gotten to check off some long overdue tasks from my to-do list, things that have been in the “I’ll get to it someday” realm. That’s a
On a cold December Saturday afternoon, a few shotgunning friends and clients at my local trap club decided that we were already sick of the grey, cold, and wet weather in Western Pennsylvania. We yearned for a bird hunt in a nicer climate and decided to plan a trip to hunt quail in southern Georgia.