Wingshooting
The Last Ptarmigan
It’s such a perfect day, goes the song. “I’m glad I spent it with you.”…
The Goodbye Bob
Farewell to quail, with a presentment of ghosts. by O. Victor Miller “SON OF A…
Life in a Bowl of Gravy
From rock doves to whitetails, a man couldn’t go no better. [by Rusty Ward] THE…
A Bodyguard of Lies
If the locals call them “partridge,” don’t believe a word. [by Terry Wieland]
The Secret Santee
Ghosts walk and ducks fly where a great but little-known river seeks the sea. [by…
Wild Country, Wilder Birds
Hunting sharptails on the Crow Reservation. by Terry Wieland
Blurred Memories
Duck hunting in Virginia, with Cajun seasonings. [by Jim Mize]
The Grouse in My Head
“Hunting is not fiction, but it happens in the mind.” —Datus C. Proper, Pheasants of…
Coyote
THE RAIN HAS STOPPED. The gray, drizzly winters have turned blue, warm, and bright. Walls…
Done Unto Others
To Argentina, for ducks and doves and perdiz and a timeless sense of wonder. [by…
The Bird Familiar
If you peel back the layers of North American bird hunting to expose its core, you…
Lovely, Dark, and Deep
A wingshooter looks back at 70 years of snapshots. [by Roger Pinckney]Gray's Sporting Properties
