Fall sparks a time of reflection and thanks, and the Thanksgiving holiday is a perfect time to be thankful for our public lands and natural wonders. Published in the Waitsburg Times, November 7th, 2019. The month of November is a special month. Not only because it’s like an extension of October in the Walla Walla... Continue Reading →
Breaking into upland bird hunting can be intimidating, what with the spendy gear and quintessential image folks push on social media these days. But the bottom line, the only requirements are to grab your shotgun and just follow the dog. Published in the Waitsburg Times, December 5th, 2019. A hint of the long shadows of... Continue Reading →
Songbirds are an icon of our natural world, inhabiting nearly every landscape. These remarkable birds are worth noting and saving; just what the Christmas Bird Count through the Audubon Society promotes. Published in the East Oregonian, December 21st, 2019. I talk a good game about hunting and fishing, and most of my fondest memories revolve... Continue Reading →
Published in the East Oregonian, January 18th, 2020. Let’s face it. Whether satisfying a hard-charging, time-consuming passion or taking afield as a weekend warrior, hunting hard can wear you down. And, Heaven forbid, at some point you may even want to take a break. From my perspective, I don’t necessarily want a day off. But... Continue Reading →
Published in the East Oregonian, February 15th, 2020. The majority of my winter trips to the Wallowa River are characterized by slippery travel across Toll Gate under an active snow or ice storm. The five-foot walls of packed snow confining the highway are intimidating, yet comforting in the fact that I might simply bounce off... Continue Reading →
At just $650, this sleek yet humble side-by-side boasts attractive design, light weight, superb handling, and is tough as nails. Published by Project Upland February 21st, 2020. Read it here.
Published in the East Oregonian, April 18th, 2020 During these days of house-arrest, I am lucky enough to telework in my basement “deer room”, yet maintaining sanity within the confines of my own property is largely left to sunny day chores like gardening and tending to our small orchard and food plot. Unfortunately, no matter... Continue Reading →
____________________________________________________________________________________________ My Tundra bounced up onto the old wood plank bridge. The dark planks rocked and popped beneath the weight. I was pushing the width limit. My hands, white-knuckled on the wheel, managed to avoid shredding a quarter panel against the steel rails while the Selway River boiled a bit off color below. Upon a... Continue Reading →